Gone Are the Good TimesHere I am,Gone Are the Good Times
Yep, just standing here, Or sitting,
Or not really doing anything at all,
Waiting, Or rather wishing, Hoping for, My shining beacon of light, My glimmer of hope, Hell, I even settle, For a sweater to keep me warm, Through this chill, Which seems to be lasting forever.
It seems as though, All of my good times are Gone, spent, used up, Leaving me, With just the bad. Things can only get better, Right? That's what I thought, At first,
But it seems as though,
In this world, For me, &
I'm Dying HereI'm dying here Drowning In my sorrow Mind playing scenes Of memories Of a better time A time when thingsI'm Dying Here
Were fun Familiar A time without loneliness Surrounded by friends People I know People who know me A safer place
I'm dying here But Because I'm not known It's not noticed No one sees No one cares No one knows
I'm dying here
zombies
Insider's JokeThe humour from my lips, engraved deep in my throat- an incurable tumour, the lump of tears swallowed back- speaks forth words of sincerity you do not hear. I provide you the noise to fall back on so even if I slip, you won't hear a thing. You won't hear a thing- words you'll never miss, but there's a certain longing smeared in those phrases you won't understand, the longing you'll never see, the waiting that will blow your mind away. And I ask you never to take my words close at heart, as I sell myself a claim of a liar, the mischievous lips trailing hearts never iInsider's Joke
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Perhaps we're too close to the happiness
to know how to picture it
yayayayayay poetry friends
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Perhaps we're too close to the happiness
to know how to picture it
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