whatmeanstheworldtoyou

I’m feeling frustrated at this moment…  the never ending days are repeating over and over as we’re all trapped like little servants.

Will I wake up again not wanting to defend the same feelings that won’t fade in the linen?

Will I not want to try so hard to find a balance…?

Will I keep on…?

Seemingly it’s easier to pretend, everything and nothing doesn’t exist and there is no end.

My frustration is turning to hurt, a darkness that exerts… as I write.

Today, tomorrow, and the next…  There’s always a continuous fight to grasp for more than a glorious sight.

As it is easier to pretend, I can’t blend, or intend to live like everyone in on the trend.

I can’t give up or let go, I cannot die yet.

This shit sucks and sometimes I want to give up. I loathe breathing in rage, I hate having to engage as if I’m stuck backstage. I can’t maintain an outlook like everyone has the same… intention.

My mind can’t shutdown… in solitude or in a crowd. Nothing seems to satisfy me.

I appreciate what has been my fate; my becoming experiences have taught me great…

I live with a blessing every day but to say I’m content would be a hideaway. I’m not at all ok.

I’m so tired, tired of questioning if there’s really more. Honestly I can’t stop… I don’t know, but thus far there has been no cure.

I constantly over dramatize, seeking individuals who hate living in lies. Very few arise, others, how easily it is to see right through their eyes.

I’m here to express, with a heart wide open… my mind is devoted like an endless ocean.

Will there ever be a way to surrender… a day not like the next when fantasies come alive not just written or spoken?

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