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When did I become so bitter? Used to be the guy seeing a bag and pick up the litter, now I watch it blow by, less of a smile and more of a sigh, my kid, my teenage self would never want to be this guy, singing loudly used to be a habit, now I just write sad poems on a laptop or tablet, not the type you come to, because all my colors are gone cept for blue, what happened to you? when did I become so sad? instead of always seeing good, now its just all bad, not optimistic nor real, just writing to make me feel, but it doesnt help like i need it, I used to finish a poem and sigh off the **** but now I'm consumed bit by bit, by this world, by my life, by my past, used to smile while finishing last, dreaming was a hobby and I would want to sleep, now I run away from dreams and stay awake till the alarm goes beep when did I get so bitter? used to take care of drunk friends like a sitter, now the days are gone and I'm drinking alone, waiting by the phone, but not answering the call, I used to see girls and feel my heart stall, and smile when they looked my way, now their eyes look and say, what happened to you? Why am I so bitter?
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Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
I guess it's just growing up.
When did I become so bitter? Used to be the guy seeing a bag and pick up the litter, now I watch it blow by, less of a smile and more of a sigh, my kid, my teenage self would never want to be this guy, singing loudly used to be a habit, now I just write sad poems on a laptop or tablet, not the type you come to, because all my colors are gone cept for blue, what happened to you? when did I become so sad? instead of always seeing good, now its just all bad, not optimistic nor real, just writing to make me feel, but it doesnt help like i need it, I used to finish a poem and sigh off the **** but now I'm consumed bit by bit, by this world, by my life, by my past, used to smile while finishing last, dreaming was a hobby and I would want to sleep, now I run away from dreams and stay awake till the alarm goes beep when did I get so bitter? used to take care of drunk friends like a sitter, now the days are gone and I'm drinking alone, waiting by the phone, but not answering the call, I used to see girls and feel my heart stall, and smile when they looked my way, now their eyes look and say, what happened to you? Why am I so bitter?
Just oot of it tonight I guess.
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Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
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