Why do I feel so lost? My life is getting better day by day, But my mental health seems to be the cost. I'm trying to listen, but I'm tired of what they say. The voices in my head are so loud, It's drowning out everything out. I feel like I have to act proud, But I just want to shout.
Leave me be you stupid inner thoughts! You cut me down harder than a knife, You make me feel like I'm at a loss. I don't want to die but I wanna give up on life! Why does everything have to be a certain way? Why do people continue to judge? Can't people just finally stay, I'm tired of each and every petty grudge.
This world is simple but yet so hard, I want to give up but I don't know how. I make a mirror break and use a shard, I'm not okay, there is no way back now. Like ***** I've known for awhile, It doesn't change the fact that I still love you. I keep trying to live in denial, You keep changing but I wish you loved me too.
Why do we exist to merely die in the end? What is the point in simply changing our way's of communication? Why must we feel pain before we can feel whole? There are no answers to these and yet, We all have our answers to each question. Each answer either being chosen for us by written scripture of the past, Or by our own past experiences, But one thing is for certain, The only answers that we can get to these questions, Are from our own past's. The past does influence our future, Yet our future is what alters our past, It blinds us into thinking that we were someone we were not, It binds us to think we have changed, When in reality, The truth to all of this, Is that it doesn't matter.
I say I won’t do it again But it always repeats no matter how hard I try I’m trying hard to get by I just want a break Something to stop this pain Because I’m not that strong I’ve broken too many times There’s not much of me left
Why do I have to be so depressed? I’m not very impressed with myself Whenever I get like this Where can I find bliss?
Maybe on top of a big mountain I could breathe all the fresh air With the wind blowing through my hair But I’d settle for just a hill
Because all I see now is the ground So flat and dry Maybe this is where my life is bound Unless there’s a beauty I can’t see.
What is it about sad poems, or poems about love, which are often melancholic, that I love so much, well for a non-alcoholic, I need an escape, cause I sin, and I bleed, and it's always my fault, but when I'm writing, my pen bleeds, and these lines don't judge, the page has no choice, but to love me, why would I come here when I'm happy, no need to comfort someone with a smile.
The greatest wisdom is so easily destroyed Brought low by the innocence of a child The greatest minds of the earth Philosophers, scientists, leaders They can never answer the simplest question
The truth is we know nothing We know how some things may work But we do not know why they work We know the arrangement but not the purpose We can mimic but never improve upon A least a child has no pride to be hurt So they fear not to ask
And there is only one answer To every why in the universe It is accessible to everyone Should you only become humble Shedding the useless weight That the world has imposed upon you There is nothing to lose but pride A benefit to any who try it