Perfection is an illusion,
That you taught me
When i was dying and rotting.
A cold lie that decays
with my good thoughts
Truth, a hard whip
Something to prep
Your festering wounds.
Its loud inside my head claustrophobic with all those thoughts
So i get out
on to a prairie
Reminiscing those moments
Your lame jokes.
But then i feel weird
I shouldn't be happy!
so overwhelmed.
An unending itch
on the back of my head..
I reach out
But you're not there.
Vision clouds.
A tear drops out
That traitor!
The Heavy heart
,narcissistic git!
So what if
Im not okay.
What if
I drown out the voices
Inside my head.
What if, it's a pain
To lift my head
everyday.
And what if,
Sometimes oh sometimes
A pinch of pain
does not cut it.
I'll find another way.
Today is just,
another day.
YOU ARE READING
ODE TO EVERYTHING.(Editing)
PoetryThese are a collection of my random scribblings. you know ? the type of ones you write at the most unexpected moments but you end up reading it over and over. well that's how it is for me. I hope you like it. Enjoy! ★P.S: \_(^.^)_/ I appologise for...
