It's not a rhyme. It's a way of speaking my insides. [Mostly for myself]

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Daukatt, Sep 25, 2013.

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  1. Daukatt

    Daukatt Member

    Today, I woke up with a question
    Why? Why can I never win?
    Why can I never catch a break?

    Will someone ever stay
    Through the heavy times, as well as the good times
    I cant remember how it feels
    To not be dizzy and dead inside

    Why do I refuse to see, what I should?
    It's like I am a community of bad thoughts
    When things go right, they flip around as soon as I feel safe
    And they come back and punch me in the face
    Why can I never catch a break?

    What is wrong with me?
    Where did I take that turn that put me here?
    My mind has a life of It's own, I can't control it
    I don't want to die, I don't want to live

    I just need a reason to smile
    A reason to see, and a reason to give
    A fuck about myself and turn my life around
    Paranoia, schizophrenia... -
     
  2. lightbeam

    lightbeam Antiquities Friend

    I like it. Describes the tortured souls that us schizophrenics are.
     
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