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"Dreamer"
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Sad Forever, I sit in my chair,
My countenance, a broken stare.
How do I handle all this?
And how do I deal with this piss?
When everything I stand on fails,
The stone on which my head impales.
When life itself makes me crave death,
When I can't shake my deep regret.
I don't know what the heck I want,
I fly through life so nonchalant.
I just can't seem to grip the wheel,
Because these painful wounds won't heal.
I'm not afraid of who I am,
But, now, I just don't think I can.
When every day just hurts me more,
When waking up becomes a chore.
Don't eat, or sleep or try at work,
This life is so frickin berserk.
My school is dead, don't give a crap,
I've fallen in some kind of trap.
It's not that I'm unhappy,
Please try to understand,
I just don't care at all no more,
Ignoring life's demands.
-Lo Ruhamah
This is really a good write. I've been there and it speaks to me on a very deep level. Great flow.
Really love this. I can relate to it so well.
I know exactly how you feel. I'll be there for you. Just hold on to life, hold on to truth, hold on to you.
Always