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I just don't know anymore
about a lot
I mean
there's still stuff I do know
obviously
I know how to eat
I know how to sleep
I know how to breath
but there's so much stuff I just don't know
have you ever died?
layed there curled up and scared
watching every emotion invade your mind
unable to control it, you can only cry
scared of the sweet release
but wanting nothing if not to be free
you let yourself slip into your final sleep
If only we could return to a simpler time
If everybody could just unwind
If we could all have a child like mind
Everything could be solved with time
It's like a giant beast
We're only feeding it
If you want it to stop
You have to be the friction
You have to challenge it
at every time you deem right
At any point you think
This isn't right
This isn't how it has to be
You need to do what you think is right
Act like how you think it should be And then maybe
Things will change
if only I could think
what would I write then
if only the fog would clear
for now I can only wonder when
age
I never could write poetry
when i was younger
i thought it
had to sound nice
be structured pretty
be happy
then i said
"**** it
this is the truth
and its all i'm writing"
when i was younger
i thought it
I've ridden the waves before
Yet I keep coming back for more
They keep breaking down,
Crashing on the shore
I keep breaking down,
Yet I come back for more
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