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| 82 7/7-9/01 The Pen Drops It all was damned before it started, There was already an ending to our story, Curse everything about this but mostly me, This is somehow my fault it has to be Can�t kill this thought that�s in my mind, Trying to push it back and make it hide, But failing in that cause it got out, This problem I have no clue how to solve The words written here do not help, They don�t kill the fact which is that, Why? Please tell me is it there, I hate this world making it so I don�t get anywhere It�s another day in this life of mine, Thinking about what is fucking it up through time, Causing actions that shouldn�t be happening, God Damn it, which doesn�t even mean anything! I�m trying to flip this poem around, Make it all happy and upy like it should be, But if you could only feel like I do right now, You would have stopped and killed yourself already The pen drops, The heart stops, These eyes close, And the mind goes Awake in a bed that is not my own, Inside a hospital recovering from who knows, Given a second chance to live through this hell, To go find a way to not make it so The way to get some peace is to, Live through this all and enjoy everything we do, Forget about the future and what it holds, Live one day at a time if only we knew� |