out of hereA 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
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2 Reviews Added on March 14, 2012 Last Updated on March 14, 2012 AuthorJbYoungstown, OHAboutThe 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..Writing
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