personal & emotional poem. feelings of depression & confusion slurged in frustration |
Everything falls down Nothing falls up I’ve been stepped on all over My life really sucks Sometimes I wish I could drown myself In all the tears I’ve cried Sometimes I wish I were someone else And believe me I’ve tried I’ve been cut with a knife I’ve been stabbed in the heart I’ve been shoved to the ground While my whole world falls apart I’m no one else but me But I don’t know who I am I play roles for everyone But i refuse to eat spam I feel that people hurt me Just for the glory of my pain It makes me wanna run outside And become invisible in the rain Sometimes I wish I weren’t here But way over there Sometimes I wish I could die 1000 deaths Just so I could be spared I wanna run away from everything From the whole world I wanna be something else Instead of this blind girl Everything falls down Nothing falls up I want the whole world in between us 'Cause i’ve run out of luck I’ve ran form my life I’ve ran from myself I don’t wanna live what I have Don’t wanna experience what I’ve felt I wanna scream I wanna hide Don’t wanna see anything Don’t wanna hear the lies When will this end When will this be done? All I have left to do Is close my eyes and run When will this end When will this be over? I wanna be as far away as possible From all these cold shoulders Id rather live in the forest All alone with no light Than cry myself to sleep Every single cold night What the hell is wrong with me? What have I done? Send me away From what my life has become I hate these eyes I hate this face I hate this life It’s such a waste I'd rather shiver I’d rather not breathe Than stay right here I wanna leave I wanna not be I wanna fall I wanna close my eyes forever I’d rather crawl I wanna tip over I don’t wanna live There’s nothing left I've gave all I have to give I just wanna be happy I'm tired of being used If this is how my life is gonna be Can I refuse? I don’t know myself No one knows me This is so screwed up Who am I to be? I feel so empty I feel so closed The sky isn’t white My flowers aren’t rose I just gotta be optimistic Just gotta want what I got Bring it on Its already been brought |