Unhappy

jt

It’s weird to see how unhappy I have become.

This emptiness feels like an open hallway.

I’ve been searching for something, 

but it seems I have lost myself. 

 

I am struggling, spiraling out of contol,

and as I live out my days I plumet. 

My smile faded and my heart crumbled. 

I need something to budge. 

 

Incomplete is an understatement. 

Crippled thoughts harass my mind. 

I am a broken man, yearning for a fix,

but it seems too late to find. 

  • Author: jt (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 20th, 2017 02:41
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • kevin browne

    nothing in life is too late to find or discover. learn to recreate your minds imagery of thought to allow a better and a more beautifully filled life. it's difficult when the mind plays dirty tricks on us but they can be over-ruled by determinations in life that you so desire. good luck my friend and keep writing your experssions.



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