in a brief moment of silence between the laughter and the violence before my face was caught in brawl after i said what i should not right in the moment of misfortune when i briefly felt tortured right as i felt i was a ******* and then i collapsed down on my *** in that moment of regret why did i say what i have said i should have thought about it first and now my face got stamped with fists but i guess we learn from our mistakes attackers getting dragged away im being asked if im okay of course i am, it aint my first fist-crash i shake it off and start acting like a ****** afresh though his reaction was rather spastic guess thats what i get for being actively sarcastic
about my inability to be serious and how i often come off as an ******* in conversations, leading to unfortunate outcomes. the pseudo-poem written in 8 minutes.
I thought I was ready For the day you will walk away I swore i was prepared for it But hell was I wrong When I stumbled to the floor With tears rolling down my eyes The moment you left Left me for good
I am unsteady Unable to cope with these thoughts With each new trouble I'm never ready Unprepared for what life has thrown Feeling as if I could choke On these memories I own I'm not worthy of what is good But not deserving of the evils If I could erase the past I would And still I can't forget what I should
Ive never felt to ******* beautiful Shedding the dead weight and everything that's not very useful Words Ive been craving to hear sharing ideas, ideals with intentions that are clear My only hope is that none of this will start to disappear & and my only disadvantage was you saw right through me Reading the signals like they're poetry You see past the charade I use to hide pain and fallacies Helping me pick up the broken pieces Barking up my tree even though its leafless Telling me Ive got to grow theres more to me that i should start to show you cant stand seeing me at a level so low im faster to let my blood boil and square up to go toe to toe for you, I soften up beginning to see I don't have a half empty cup its half full now that you've come into my life is it too soon to start talking about how i want to be your wife?
so this guy came in and told me hes had a crush on me for 7 years...
If you want to save the world Prepare for just bad news You can not save the heartless and cruel You can not change the unwaverable
You can not convince those who refuse to see. You can not help those who do not ask Your love means nothing to those who don't love you back
Prepare for utter disappointment For it is not a 'you give and you take' it is a 'you give and they get' There is no balance to them No yin and yang No give and take Only get and take And a sweet, innocent personality to fake
But it's all an illusion You mean nothing to them You keep wasting hours and hours Doting on them, but only giving them more power Power over you that gets to their head An infectious disease
They now hold everything over you, and all you can do is plead. Plead for them to stop Plead for them to let this drop Plead for them to leave you alone You wanted to help, not feel hate like you’ve never known.
How were you to know this hate existed? You’d grown up in a world where people always listened. This is completely new to you These collective hateful, restricting, and narrow minded views
You wanted to save the world. But the world didn’t want to be saved by you.