#sadbutnecessary
Help me, help me...
Who am I talking to?
I need help can't you see
What do I expect someone to do?
The hunters are camouflaged
Lonely as a mallard
I could try fly
Hoping to avoid their eye
Or I could just walk
Then maybe they won't talk
Talk about me
And what they think they know
This mallard can't fly
The pity of its lifeless body
Would, in its grave, make it roll
It would be brave to fly
And Avoid the barrage of bullets
But how could it try
When that could be it's life
Although The mallard is not afraid to die
He can't bare the thought of the pity
For to fly and die
Is many a mallards life
But to fly,
die
and feel the pity from a watchers eye
As it lies there
Incapable of showing it's ability to fight
Is a death of its soul
Not just it's life
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC
Late for everything,
Awkward by choice,
Zealous for nothing,
Yet always tired
LAZY
I really wish I wasn’t like this
But I don’t really have a say of any kind
Personally i think its because of depression
It’s like a crippling crutch for my mind
I try to work hard,
I really do
I know that it seems like i don’t
But you don’t know what I’m going through
Getting tired of being tired
Waiting for some inspiration to come my way
But if some never comes
Then, “Oh well” is all I can say
Lethargy is something I have
And it admittedly it’s getting pretty bad
Zebra, zebra, zebra
Yes, you just witnessed it first-hand
LAZY…
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC