Vision

Dakota

Grew up thinking there's hero's and villains

I'm sick hurting I'm sick of helping I'm sick feeling. 

I enjoyed being someone their laughs for so long i just became a joke. 

So many people think they're better than one another I'll take them all by the throat and watch them choke. Things in life look like they're coming to a close 

no more rope. 

A dream a dream I could never really form.

what was life to hold for me why was I born. 

those who are strong break those who are weak instead of lifting them up.

those who are weak in contrast have been spoiled with excuses.

I have little strength no matter what I seem to do no matter how hard I work even i stand covered in bruises. 

I lose...

those who complain are naturaly gifted they get their way who am I to say 

wanting to be better than I am today is a new day 

all I can change is me, but when will I ever.

maybe I was always meant to be a pawn I guess it gives me purpose.

bottle everything up I don't care if they surfaced My life

to my death what is my purpose. 

 

If I live If I change the world could to I suppose. Hope what a thing I felt, why do I see a future for everyone but no future for myself.

  • Author: Dakota (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 5th, 2020 08:35
  • Category: Unclassified
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