I dnt believe in makin wrong decissions
nor mistakes ~
I believe, wht eva da choice might have been ~
it was da right one
@ da time of making it!

Therefore,
n0 matter what da outc0me ~
it was RIGHT!

There's n0 such thing as  a mistake /
or wr0ng choices..!

But wht if~
wht if~
You juSt dnt knw..?

Do u jst g0 wif wht eva fl0?
or d0 u
turn ar0und
& walk away..??

Listen to your heart they say.

But what if your heart is stupid?
What if it can't make decissions.

What if your heart is too broken?
What if it just tries to harm itself

What if you do listen to your heart,
But then get told that, it was a stupid thing to do?

What if you listen to your heart..
Even though you know you shouldn't?

You get hurt, but you'll just do it again..
Cause that's what they tell you to.

Let's stop the run and look a bit
Clean thoughts and worries, sharp your wit
I'll tell you things might make a hit
So please relax and take a sit

How often you hust look around
And thing about your surround
How many people have you drown
How many corpses feed your lawn

How many chances left behind
How many dances ended blind
How many men you stabbed the back
How many lifes that you have wrecked

How many lies you told in past
How many hopes have turned to dust
How many friends you trade for pence
How many liars in your fence

And after all you prey your God
To make your sorrows go abroad
And after all your mind prefers
To find someone to heal the curse

So now, please think a little bit
Catch thoughts, decissions, sharp your wit
Is God the only one you served
Or you just have things you deserved

At times I don't know who I am
What do I want?
What do I say?
What do I think? What do I do?
I'm a cluster of bad decissions,
of impuslivity and overthinking
at the wrong times
I pawn my heart to whom I mustn't, and take it away from whomever dares buy it
I'm the selfishness of early childhood,
the stubburness of adolescence.
I'm the laughter of the insane,
the silence of noise,
the personification of incoherence, and I've come to substract sense from this world obsessed with false truth
I'm the definition of what can't be defined
I'm the abstraction of the concrete
I am all, absolutely all,
but one thing
I am not me

Daddy daddy please
I need some toys to play
You gave me everything
Please give them voices
For when my voice runs out
Theirs will carry on
Let them be like you and do as you do
Lets them accept me as you have
Let them make decissions
When we know the answers
Let them be different
Let them have a peronality that is only theirs
I will call them by their name
to your throan
The one's who hate me must leave
I will cry when they go
I will have some friends and several foes
To them I know
Will be rewarded
With wings
And other things
But mostly
with my Love

Explode onto me sweet overthought of my life choices
Drain me of my focus
Guide me to self doubt, and embrace my insecurities as you feed them back to me
Multiplied
Intensified
Shoot me up with the same self esteem I've trampled over,
see if it goes up, or infects me with a false sense of confidence
which will lead to dumb decissions, regret, and the same **** starting point of this ******* poem
I think, therefore I am
Yet I fail to be, lost in an ocean of "but what if..?", and I drown in the consequences of my own idiocy
I breathe in your judgement and exhale insecurity
A definition of me I didn't write, but one I did buy

Who bent back the bow of decissions
Who ravaged the ghost inside
Who stole the lights of the moon's provisions
Turned it to purple that became the haze of all our daze

Who served the seas of tossed desire
Forcing the pulse of hosts ?
Was it one "Running Up the Hill?"
Against the "Valley of the Ghosts?"

Under the midnight's auroras
As magnetic as they be
Through all the eyes of the orcas
The walrus pleads petals of ice
Won't you just ,"Let it Be!"