What we want,
We can't have.
What we need,
We can't possess.
How we feel,
We can't pronounce.
How they make us feel,
We can't address.
So many, bruised.
Not once or twice, but multiple times, in all forms, i have been abused.
Tears here, weeping there,
Souls in despair.
Depression, lingering in the air,
Infecting the once peaceful atmosphere.
Everybody has a story,
Most times,
more of a lost glory.
Hope has grown weary.
Life has become really scary.
Happiness, really gloomy.
Life is a mess, yes...
A game a chess, prefect.
Filled with sadness, yes,
And sound people with smiling madness. 🙂
The world is in complete darkness.
Coated with pain.
Painted with hatred.
Taking joy from you, stripping you naked.
With this, i am close to giving up.
Life is truly fucked up.
All the people i told to hold to me, now look down on me from way up, cause they gave up.
I hope they are safe now, high up.
Crawling in the midst of so many walking corpse, i can't even look up.
Life has nothing to give but pain, get ready to mentally and physically pack up...there's no back up.
Tell who ever says, life is a gift, that i said, SHUT UP!
Tell that to all the souls she has locked up!.
War is coming, BRACE UP!.
Staying strong, is not always a criteria for living long!.
I want to be there for those i love, but they keep pushing me away.
Like sheep's without a shepherd, they've all gone astray!!.
Everything that comes out of them is NAY!!.
LIFE, this would keep on for how long?!
Diddie☕
Dear God i think it's time you showed up!