It’s Better Off This Way;

Using words as a form of expression; a creative outlet.

I wake up everyday feeling dead inside // Am I dead or am I dying // I’m always running and hiding // I’m always searching and seeking, questioning and weaving // Why is everyone always leaving? 

How do I fix this? How do I not miss? I’m so sick of this shit.

Head, heart, life’s a mess // cant get away from this stress // I’m so fucking depressed // Been feeling so tired, so wired, so numb // turning to the bottle and dealing with less.

Can’t give up, can’t quit- but I don’t want to wake up// it’s so hard to give a fuck.

Between a cliff and a blade’s edge, a rock and a hard place // which way to go // I don’t know, I don’t know… I DON’T KNOW. 

Feeling too much and falling too deep // losing piece after piece that I’m trying to keep // I need sleep.

Trying to hunt down my demons but feeling like prey // world on my shoulders, I am not okay // Red falling like rain in the cold light of day // will you miss me when i’m gone // it’s better off this way.

Picture From:http://edwardpun.blogspot.com/2010/10/ghost-in-cemetery.html 

A poem from yours truly.

I was considered quite creative during my school years. I used to enjoy trying my hand at poetry. Things have been up and down and back and forth for a while now. I wrote this poem in December. The first poem I’ve written in years. Continue reading “A poem from yours truly.”