Oct 2020
Someday I write something then read it to get someone's back. It'll be motivation and hopefully they'll agree with that. Help them get back on track. Remind them a little help wouldn't be so bad. Hit up my phone just to chat.
You ever cringe at judgmental people? I do all the time. I cringe til my my teeth hurt from the grind. But i breathe and give it time. One day peace will be mine.
I'm always attempting to put away the frown. But gay jokes and fat jokes brought me down. I brush it off because one day that'll expire. But feelings don't go out of stock so now my eyes start a fire. Eye for an eye, but a notch worse. I'm a put my thoughts to work.
Everyday was a struggle, I look up a rush forward to forget where I was going. Out of breath because I was anxious. Physically I get dangerous.
I'm starting to lose my mind again. Refuse to stay open. Trying to not be so broken. Here we go again. Fights on and i refuse to go down before I start swinging. Then the laughs and tuants have my ears ringing. Shut up butch I'm trying here. ***** it i need a break grab me a beer.
I look in the mirror and see a regret. Shattered it and realized mirrors don't lie so I picked up what's left. I realize the people who dislike me doesn't dislike me as much as I don't like myself. ***** the mental health. I'm fight it and raise hell. Fallen angel? Probably not. Why do I write? I don't know i forgot. Wanted to end me, suffering with anxiety. Great I'm like the rest of the population. What a pity situation. People go through worse. So I punch these walls to watch blood drip on the dirt. What is this worth?
Wanted to end it by screaming **** this world. Then stomach turned for me to hurl. Like a clam I'll patiently wait to be as pure as a pearl. Time will eventually give me my world.
For now this depression demands its debt to be felt. Getting baggy and heavy so I grab me a belt. All that to keep walking. But pain is restalking. Non of it is no longer shocking. If you look at my writing and typed up poetry on this account you'll see my tough love. Well atleast the start of it. But it haunts me so i rant write about it.
You ever cringe at judgmental people? I do all the time. I cringe til my my teeth hurt from the grind. But i breathe and give it time. One day peace will be mine.
I'm always attempting to put away the frown. But gay jokes and fat jokes brought me down. I brush it off because one day that'll expire. But feelings don't go out of stock so now my eyes start a fire. Eye for an eye, but a notch worse. I'm a put my thoughts to work.
Everyday was a struggle, I look up a rush forward to forget where I was going. Out of breath because I was anxious. Physically I get dangerous.
I'm starting to lose my mind again. Refuse to stay open. Trying to not be so broken. Here we go again. Fights on and i refuse to go down before I start swinging. Then the laughs and tuants have my ears ringing. Shut up butch I'm trying here. ***** it i need a break grab me a beer.
I look in the mirror and see a regret. Shattered it and realized mirrors don't lie so I picked up what's left. I realize the people who dislike me doesn't dislike me as much as I don't like myself. ***** the mental health. I'm fight it and raise hell. Fallen angel? Probably not. Why do I write? I don't know i forgot. Wanted to end me, suffering with anxiety. Great I'm like the rest of the population. What a pity situation. People go through worse. So I punch these walls to watch blood drip on the dirt. What is this worth?
Wanted to end it by screaming **** this world. Then stomach turned for me to hurl. Like a clam I'll patiently wait to be as pure as a pearl. Time will eventually give me my world.
For now this depression demands its debt to be felt. Getting baggy and heavy so I grab me a belt. All that to keep walking. But pain is restalking. Non of it is no longer shocking. If you look at my writing and typed up poetry on this account you'll see my tough love. Well atleast the start of it. But it haunts me so i rant write about it.
sorry you read a long piece, but it means so much to me. I wrote this because I was suffering slowly. Rant writing helps you can ask anybody. Thank you if you read this far, post a comment and I'll respond as if now I'm a jam to music in this car
