Tranquil was ignorance
pain turns to lessons hand shakes turned to clenched fists.
change everything about me my only wish.
Don't talk don't open
drank and drank bottle so empty my heart so Broken.
Put the Bible in his hands and he called me a liar.
Try and try I might the words haunt me I'm just a good "tryer".
A loser a cold case of reaching for stars if only I could reach a little higher.
Heavy heart I thought was an expression but I feel it.
I feel it in my throat, my chest, and even my stomach.
Dont say a word someone has it worse you don't need to be heard.
i just want to listen.
Because I know how it feels to hurt I want to keep them away from that position.
Reaching for my peice leaving me in peices .
why try to be better than you I have to make a a better me idk what to do I need some notes I need a thesis.
I'm so frustrated and in my head it's debated.
I'm a going to be somebody or another zero another hopeful loser trying to be a hero.
Good tryer trying to be good guess I got to keep trying.
- Author: Dakota (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 24th, 2019 18:16
- Category: Unclassified
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