out of here

out of here

A Poem by Jb

I'm not bringing my clothes, no money at all
I don't care if I stumble, don't care if I fall
Because this life I've been living is already broken
So there's no use in fighting words already spoken
I'll shout out my soul, and then just drive away
Not caring about tomorrow or yesterday
Just the miles ahead that will lead me nowhere
But if nowhere's where I'm going, I really don't care
Because I really don't care, since I really don't feel
And I really don't feel, because nothing seems real
Nothing seems real, just as nothing seems right
I know everything's wrong, because I've lost my sight
Blind to the world, and blind to it's pain
But I don't really want to ever see again
Even though seeing is believing, I don't care to believe
Because believing's disceving, it'll just make me leave
I was ready to go anyhow, so toss me my eyes
I was ready to scream anyhow, so here all my cries
I was ready to leave it all behind, my sorrow and strife
I don't need them we're I'm going, and I won't need my life

© 2012 Jb


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Jb
Jb

Youngstown, OH



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The majority of my life has been consumed by Eating Disorders (no pun intended). I've dealt with severe Anorexia from the age of 13-19, recovered, and now struggle with Bulimia. Depression, Anxiety, a.. more..

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