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I wrote this during a time that my friends were having a rough time and I felt useless. |
Darkness, surrounding me, thrust back and forth in a violent sea, don’t know where I am, feels like someone took my mind and… BAM!, blew it into a million bits, and threw them to a bunch of twits, I have nothing to offer to those I love, and my hopelessness is that shove, that put me over the side, my time, no longer can I bide, I’m losing it all piece by part, and I feel like a giant fart, a shelter I wish I could be, for all their fear and uncertainty, but I have nothing to offer, and I can only watch as they suffer, drilling into my mind, all the things I was forced to leave behind, I want to cry, I want to die, I want to scream, in what seems like a dream, a dream gone sour, and getting worse by the hour, I have no power, to save them, I sink rather than swim, what use am I?, I feel like every kindness is a lie, beyond tears, engulfed in fears, I cannot cry, I plummet after I try to fly, my use is completely done, and I wish I could be their sun, warm their world day by day, and help them on their way, but I can’t, I feel like all I do is rant, my words are poison to all who hear, and I’ve borrowed one too many ear, I can’t bear this, I feel like piss, through frustration I want to tear, out every follicle every hair, why can’t I be of use?, to them, I feel I am a noose, tightening, binding, choking, gagging, cutting off all their breathing, I don’t want to be a burden, I feel like the situation I’m just hurtin', my presence is a pain, my words, a drain, everything seems wrecked at my touch, as if I were a flaming couch, a sink hole, I am a sink hole, and my words can’t console, how can they?, there is no way, they have no use, no weight, always seems like I arrive too late, I am like a scarecrow, its purpose, we all know, …. but does it fulfill it?, No. It works as well as a wrong sized drill bit, let me cry, I feel like i die, every minute I am gone, it kills me, mon, what am I doing?, where am I going?, what am I doing here?, and why am I writing these rhymes so queer?, I quit!, Fuck this shit…. |