Thursday, January 21, 2021

Bold Font

 When you want to feel like you're actually fine

When you know that there is lots on the line

When all you could ever do or say

Is lie and tell them you're okay

When in reality that is nay

As if there was nothing more

Than a grim reaper outside your door

Waiting until that day where you soar

And in the depths of the unknown

Where all you can ever feel is alone

When existing is more hard than not

When you cut a tree and the stump is left to rot

And in the depths of the shadows dare I hide

For my darkness does little upon the outside

For the light is all but gone

And upon nightfall do I wish for the dawn

But does a person exist that may come and save me

Do I have to beg? Do I have to plea?

I'm broken can't you see?

Or will I be consumed and left in the gloom?

As I sit alone in my room

For I always struggle for love and acceptance

But all I've been feeling is abandoned and rejected

When you strive to be complete

And everyone watches as you land anywhere but your feet

As if that wasn't enough frosting on the cake

I watch as I realize what all is truly fake

And in the stress that is this world

The feelings inside make me want to hurl

Sickness is anywhere but here

Yet I just want it to draw near

Maybe then will I feel something again

But then maybe I won't and run out of the hope I can lend

For even I to will soon run dry

Pouring from an empty glass is apparently my piece of the pie

For all I feel like I'm doing is just a lie

When all I can do is cry and ask why

Why is there so much despair?

Why is life not fair?

Why is sleep so nonexistent?

Why is it that I am kept at a distance?

Maybe it's because of all who have done me wrong

Or maybe it was because I was just playing along

Am I really to blame when I said no

I think that society takes that as a joke

So naught I be anywhere but here

Loneliness has always been my biggest fear

There is more than just concern in my eyes

It's missing the spark of passion as of nigh

I wish insomnia wasn't a thing

These few hours of wishing it wasn't just a dream

That I could close my eyes for long periods of time

And not have to wake to tears would be sublime

But alas sometimes we can't get what we want

I just wish my life wasn't playing out in a bold font


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