I lay here uncomfortable, thinking tomorrow will be a new day.
You lay there thinking you’re worthless and maybe you should just stay away.
Memories ponder through my head, Sometimes I wish I was a kid again.
Memories fade out of your reach, if you were a child you would relive defeat.
I love her so, she was mine until death, I wish she chose me until we rest.
You loved her that is true, she apparently never loved you too.
I try to be the best I can, to maybe not make mistakes until the end.
Ignorance you worthless scum, you’re going to make mistakes until it’s done.
I have but one thing left to do, help my father until he moves.
Night terrors, jobs, cars, and stress, you could never do this if you tried your best.
-MissYouLoveYou
3 comments
Damn. This is pretty cool. Thanks for posting this.
Youre welcome, i keep reading it over and over again. No idea why.
This perfectly sums up the daily struggle in my head. It would be nice to give up entirely, or to accept life and do your best. But there are always 2 voices and you don’t know which one to believe. Objectively looking at your poem, the straight voice seems is rational while the italic voice is manipulative and emotional. But just like in life, rationality uses loses to emotion. Thanks for this, it’s making me look at my own voices more objectively.