Condone, in a lament of a turbulent dream. You awaken to a more peaceful keepsake then you woke up to the other morning. You look outside your window, and you see the gray clouds that flood out your sunlight. The paleness of the void that is inside of you, is eating you alive. And you awake to a less desirable life than before. You awake in a longing wreck, where you can hardly get yourself out of.
All of the lights are never on. You wander inside of this self pitiful mess you call faults. Everywhere you turn, you just wish you could push further back the clock of life. You wish you could turn the world around, you try, you try, you try, yet you never endow yourself of the favor of what life can give you.
To them you are a fuck up. To them you are a failure. To them you bear faults. To them you are super human. To them you are everything you try so hard not to portrait yourself as. You try, you try, you try, but whatever you do is never fucking satisfy the world of who you are.
You can never satisfy this human fucking life.
You can never satisfy the humanity that we call this common society.
What in the world are you supposed to do, when everything you ever do to them is all wrong?
The fevor burns, the saddness takes in, and you find yourself later struggling to get out of bed. The dream that you tried to make out of life, suddenly turns into this nightmare, that just lingers and creeps inside the lingings of hope. It takes up the air, and replaces it whith a toxic display of tormenting thoughts.
Suddenly...
You are alone again.
************And so the next time*******
You continue to roam around the world,
Trying to take about the fuck ups you make.
You awake to nausea that make you hurl,
And you just find yourself full of self-hate.
Time to time, it never gets out of your head,
It haunts you throughout your entire life,
It won't leave until you are dead,
Sheering your insides like a sharp knife.
Challenging, yes, no one said its easy,
To live in a prolong state of depression,
Sorrowful meanings can never let be,
And will leave you defeated in a ressesion.
Spill countless tears,
So countless, see if they fucking shed care.
I've been left like this for six years,
And never has this life seemed so fair.
They just pile the burden,
Pile the burden, pile the burden, pile the burden.
UNTIL YOU FUCKING SNAP.
Slit your wrists, and just let them bleed,
After every thing fades,
Your golden.
Lest our sorrows to a selfish indulged suicide.
Whats the matter?
Everything else done is a fuck up.
A Fuck up
A fuCK up
A F-U-C-K U-P
I can't say it any clearer. |
Submission Name: A Spinless Disastor
