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Ha Haaa
It’s not going
as you had hoped it would do
is it?
There are no promises
of sunshine waiting
around the corner.
What did you expect?
Life feels void
of the reasons to laugh,
so you don’t.
You’ll only end up creased anyway.
Everything nags,
that’s what everything
is
there for.
I, personally, don’t know
what to scream at anymore,
but the scream is here.
Look in at yourself;
watch yourself…
Your head is in your hands,
maybe your tears fall
onto the surface you’re slumped over.
Do you not feel the sardonic smile?
Is everything making this a dark comedy?
We are sometimes forced
to watch ourselves
become life’s anti-hero.
Maybe, sometimes,
the voice in the distance
whilst you try and meet the bottom
of the page
has more negative effect
than every wrong
you ever experienced.
It is a futile feeling,
and therefore slightly amusing,
just at the wrong time.
I am merely doing
what I do
as you feel the way
we may have felt.
This time, don’t make the mistake
of searching for hope;
it is too easy.
Sometimes a little bit has to die
or,
atleast, rest
in order to take on
those ugly twenty four hours
that wait around the corner
of passing out.
as you had hoped it would do
is it?
There are no promises
of sunshine waiting
around the corner.
What did you expect?
Life feels void
of the reasons to laugh,
so you don’t.
You’ll only end up creased anyway.
Everything nags,
that’s what everything
is
there for.
I, personally, don’t know
what to scream at anymore,
but the scream is here.
Look in at yourself;
watch yourself…
Your head is in your hands,
maybe your tears fall
onto the surface you’re slumped over.
Do you not feel the sardonic smile?
Is everything making this a dark comedy?
We are sometimes forced
to watch ourselves
become life’s anti-hero.
Maybe, sometimes,
the voice in the distance
whilst you try and meet the bottom
of the page
has more negative effect
than every wrong
you ever experienced.
It is a futile feeling,
and therefore slightly amusing,
just at the wrong time.
I am merely doing
what I do
as you feel the way
we may have felt.
This time, don’t make the mistake
of searching for hope;
it is too easy.
Sometimes a little bit has to die
or,
atleast, rest
in order to take on
those ugly twenty four hours
that wait around the corner
of passing out.
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