Is it sad I’d rather die than see where this goes?
It is sad I’d rather cry than allow this to compose?
I know it’s sad when people say life is short
But it’s even worse that I wish mine, were different
I feel like I’m at my last resort.
So many tell me to sit and figure it out
But then a bunch more say it’s better to let go of doubt
“Don’t worry, be happy” Been said before
Sounds great and all, but easier said than done
How do you all let go of your dreams?
Is it just that easy for you?
Life isn’t what it seems…(yeah I know)
But why can’t it be the truth?
Forever is impossible to reach, I’m coming to terms with fact
But in fact maybe I can find that place
Above all the stress and worry that is my life
Somewhere else would easily suffice
Somewhere outside of my head
Somewhere from before I was three
A place where my thoughts, my heart, and my future were free
Now I’m trapped
Confused is the better term
Totally lost is more appropriate, actually
I can’t even tell you how to explain it all factually
I wish there was a time I remember when I didn’t feel this way
Ask me, Ask me the last time I was happy
I wouldn’t know what to say
These have to be my darkest ages
If I’m mistaken just count me out
I’d rather it not get much worse than this
Pathetic but sometimes I wish I had an excuse
To feel so dead
Hoping for a reason to drag on (this way)
Hanging by a thread
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 8:14 PM UTC
Is it sad I’d rather die than see where this goes?
It is sad I’d rather cry than allow this to compose?
I know it’s sad when people say life is short
But it’s even worse that I wish mine, were different
I feel like I’m at my last resort.
So many tell me to sit and figure it out
But then a bunch more say it’s better to let go of doubt
“Don’t worry, be happy” Been said before
Sounds great and all, but easier said than done
How do you all let go of your dreams?
Is it just that easy for you?
Life isn’t what it seems…(yeah I know)
But why can’t it be the truth?
Forever is impossible to reach, I’m coming to terms with fact
But in fact maybe I can find that place
Above all the stress and worry that is my life
Somewhere else would easily suffice
Somewhere outside of my head
Somewhere from before I was three
A place where my thoughts, my heart, and my future were free
Now I’m trapped
Confused is the better term
Totally lost is more appropriate, actually
I can’t even tell you how to explain it all factually
I wish there was a time I remember when I didn’t feel this way
Ask me, Ask me the last time I was happy
I wouldn’t know what to say
These have to be my darkest ages
If I’m mistaken just count me out
I’d rather it not get much worse than this
Pathetic but sometimes I wish I had an excuse
To feel so dead
Hoping for a reason to drag on (this way)
Hanging by a thread
My first poem, second semester of college. Not my best. But I wanted to get it out.
