#sickandtired
Why do I always tend to feel a way when it rains , either really ***** or really sad . Makes me feel as though I’m falling into my depression again when I was just getting out . A dark and stormy cloud surrounds me no doubt . No one can ever tell you’re crying when it rains because it all looks the same . I’m tired of my life being mundane it’s driving me insane . I’m tired of being in constant pain . It comes and goes it comes and goes as the ocean flows as the wind blows and as my broken heart gets sick of these hoes.
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 2:11 PM UTC
Why do we ignore all these spoken words?
We've had
poets,
rappers,
artists,
and actors
*tell us as
it were.*
*Now I, myself, have spit one or two verse
and I need to let you know* I will be heard.
You call for a social media blackout and
there they sit thinking, " How absurd!"
But when it comes down to it
what do you do when there is
no reaction to your tear-filled words?
Is it because we have adapted to being so passive,
when there's **** murders, lynchings, and theft*
we just take it in passing?
Or is it because we can look the other way,
when the hands of a white man
take the life of a different ethnicity away?
Is it in relation to power?
*We close our eyes
and pray.*
But where is the action
for justice in this final hour?
What is it that you do to help this land?
Other than observe and comment snidely
on your fellow man?
It is no tragedy for a loss of life?
While you ponder your "newsfeed"
via social media
via your Iphone
via your wifi
....
Consider the point when you lost touch with real life.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
Everyone's loud
And I don't want to hear what they're talking about
Math is so annoying
I'm behind but I don't feel like working
It's actually easy
It just takes clicking bubbles
But I'm so tired
So, so tired.
So what am I going to do
When I don't have the energy to do what I need to?
And what am I going to say
When I don't have the words to speak when I want to?
Don't give me excuses
No one knows why I don't smile
Don't think you're special
You just happen to sit next to me
You can't understand me
Of course, no one else could
I'm tired of your looks
That tell me you think more than you should.
So what am I going to do
When there's no one to explain myself to?
And what am I going to say
When no one listens when I talk about you?
Leave me be, leave me alone
I'll soon be going my way home
Let me stay the person me
Leave me alone and leave me be.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 4:53 PM UTC