Kind of

 

Kind of depressing 

Holding on to people 

To not be lonely

Even though you feel alone

More than half the time

Even if good people are surrounding you

Kind of depressing

Being so attached to people 

Letting them get away with mistreating you

They give 50% while you give 100% plus more

Can’t  get an explanation of someone’s day without persistence 

If you ask me

I’ll tell you the ins and outs even the doubts

Kind of depressing 

When you visually see you’re falling

And you’re falling

Down a hole

Kind of depressing 

Knowing what’s best for you

And only doing what’s best for others

Kind of depressing 

Not knowing where you want to go in life

Kind of depressing 

Knowing you’re not intelligent enough 

Kind of depressing..just not knowing what to do

Constantly fighting yourself and only ending up being more confused 

Wanting more because you give more

In the span of the few minutes I take to reply I already envision the worst possible cause 

Trigger,after trigger,after trigger 

Feeling like a needed one to the head

Wanting to free myself from shit that grounds me

My soul feels trapped all the time and I just want to fly

All these pathways and choices to make

 if I make the wrong one I could end up with a less than satisfactory life

But what is right or wrong for me

I may be where I’m exactly supposed to be 

Doesn’t mean I like it

Kind of depressing that I don’t have many ways to cope healthily 

Disposable and Forgetful 

I try so hard

But break a little more inside knowing I can’t even fulfill my own self

Kind of depressing 

Right?...

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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