I feel a little lost
As if I'm out of touch
Slightly overwhelmed
Everything's too much
I feel a little awed
Surrounded by the greats
A tiny little figure
Upon whom I wait
I feel a little tired
My eyelids start to close
Drifting out of touch
My temperament morose
I feel a little lacking
I find it hard to feel
To know what's true, what isn't false
To keep the fake from real.
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Life's a mystery.
Far too long pretending it wasn't wrong. Far too much being used as a crutch. Far from good,far from what it should. Far away is where my mind tended to sway. Far we have come but the end had begun.
Zero: zero zero... It's that time again. When the shadows of the old day, Relieve and show their pain. And in bed sleepless I watch, As the mistakes of the day are played...
Laying here on my bathroom floor. Laying here wanting more. Laying here thinking what does that mean. Laying here in a pleasant dream. Laying here with my head pounding.
So have you ever had one of 'those days'. You know, the ones when you cannot see the bright side of any situation, when all you want to do is cry, but you don't because, well, what's that going to do.
For the world to hear my thoughts. Through poems and stories and songs. Will be my dying wish. Along with righting all my wrongs. I hope someone is their for me. Through all the laughs and cries.
A melancholic life is one of sorrow periodically dashed with pure happiness, it is one that drives you to the extremes of existence, it is one that teaches you to survive... There I go again...
Every now and then. I get these funny little moods. Sometimes they are jovial. Sometimes I feel the blues. They envelop me from nowhere. And fill me to the brim. I cannot think of anything else.
Expectations "Expectations are the root of all heartache. " I've been told to never expect things out of people because you'll only be let down.
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