I always end up fucking up,
My mental state leads me astray.
I piss my life out in a cup,
Watching my dreams flush away;
I drink it all up in disgust
My mental state leads me astray.
It causes within me mistrust,
Because I piss my own hopes in a bowl
And drink it all up in disgust.
I am left stuck feeling unwhole,
As a dark shadow without hope,
Because I piss my own hopes in a bowl
And I’m finding it hard to cope
With this illness that’s plaguing me
As a dark shadow without hope.
Though I am longing to be free
I always end up fucking up
With this illness that’s plaguing me;
I piss my life out in a cup.
© 2024 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Mental health and self-doubt go hand in hand.
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i like the poem ,cause i can relate to it i feel my life sometimes is like the poem, i fuck up,i watch my dreams flush away then.....its a big star to the writer ,
Thank you Isa! I am glad the poem resonated and to know we're not alone. I imagine many more of us feel this way than we'd like to admit! Thank you for reading and for your honest feedback. Much appreciated! 🖤❤️🖤🙏
Great write Tristan
Thank you so much Tony! Much appreciated! 🙏🖤❤️🖤
You're welcome
Masterfully written, Tristan!
Thank you so much for reading and commenting! Much appreciated!
I think that all of us at one time or another have felt this way. The poem itself leads to this conclusion as the perfect rhyme ends in the last line deliberately not rhymed. Good write Tristan
Thank you so much, Soren! You feedback is much appreciated! Glad the poem delivered! 🖤❤️🖤🙏
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