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Month: November, 2014

Sometimes, Most Days

Sometimes, I don’t know myself
Sometimes, I don’t know what to do
Most days, I lay awake in bed
Most days, all I do is think of you

Dear god, where are you?
Earth “gods,” she loves you
Though who am I to speak,
When all I speak is the unspoken truth

What good are the ugly
If we all live in a world
Where the truth is upsetting
And appearance is king

I don’t know anymore
And I didn’t know ever since
I’m just an insecure little boy
Who fought a fight he couldn’t win

So go if you want
And leave if you please
Just don’t come back crying
If this would all repeat

I’ve been living life in a cycle
Same wants and same needs
I just want to disappear
And the scent of death reappears

And I know that I am selfish
But know I also bleed
The thought of self harm
Happens more than it should seem

This poem is shit
And no, this ain’t a gem
I am showing my weakness
To show you who I really am

And who I am is close to death

Sometimes, I don’t know myself
Sometimes, I don’t know what to do
Most days, I lay awake in bed
Thinking if I could still spend some days with you

Disillusioned

I’m surrounded by people who think that physical attraction is the most important thing in this world and it immensely depresses me. How fucking shallow can all of you be? Outer beauty is not goddamn mandatory for love. We’ve been around in this world for so long and still the majority of the people are blinded by looks. Let me tell you, looks don’t mean jack shit, love. It’s the personality – the soul, the things that drive someone alive that you should fall in love with. I’m just so tired of meeting someone that I’ll eventually become fond of, only to find out that they only prefer beauty that’s seen with a pair of eyes. To be honest, I don’t even think they have eyes anymore. And maybe I don’t either. I don’t know anymore.