Struggling
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I feel like my life won’t amount to anything
What should I do?
I feel like I’m not good enough for anyone
What should I do?
I feel like my life is falling apart
When I was a child, I tried to talk,
When I Was talking, I tried to write,
By using fingers, and piece of sticks,
To draw and write By being tought.
Death is a gospel's truth
That can't be denied
but grief too accompanies it
Easily said , it is
Someone left you
but to accept
You'll never meet again
breaks you
shatters you
shudders you
Nobody cares that tears soak my page
Nobody cares that I am not okay
Nobody care that I love you
Nobody care about me
You don't care that my tears soak my page
You don't care that I am not okay
Everything's so loud
How do I drown it all out?
Drown out all the emotions
All the pilling school work
Drown out the yelling parents
Everything
Drown out everything
Sometimes by Brandon Arthur King Sometimes, the brightest lights cast the darkest shadows.
Based off my understanding ,
Poetry can reveal, come through pain ,can politely hide, or it can simply amplify anything and anyone.
Why are the words I write more powerful than the voice I have been given?
My grandmother says God has provided me with ears to listen, and a mouth to speak, but my hands were never assigned a task.
To my before me,
I miss you terribly
The naivety you had
the light that bestowed upon your eyes
Dear Struggling Self,
You can't see the forest through the trees,
you feel like you're drowning, suffocating,
just trying to wrap your head around it all.
Yes, you have had a rough four years,
I'm wrecked
You dont know how much I bend
I fall easily with the cold wind
I shatter with the touch of a hand
I'm the titanic
Swimming in a ton of ice
Sinking into darkness and vice
I know what she's going through. I know who's aiming at who.
I understand this world is pretty bad, I understand better than her dad.
I know it hurts, hurts to be picked apart and thrown together...
Like a baby, my first steps are difficult.
I fall countless times.
There are bruises and wounds to remember the struggle.
And like a baby, I keep trying.
Like a baby, I look ahead and find Father waiting for me.
Tiny pieces of pain
Dripping into a new facade
Overflowing weeping tears,
Tears in reality.
People’s faces torn,
Have I ever wished
to dive into a ravine?
I would have said no.
I'm forced to say yes.
What were once my sweetest dreams
crash upon the rocks.
Drain the mania;
Fluttering wings splashes light
painted amongst cicada hums
Thy fingers intertwined in roots
Yet drawn to graves of lapsed youth
If life as a 17 year old is supposed to be a walk in the park, then why do I feel like I’m drowning in the ocean? I feel like I no longer have control over my life.
As my nail polish chips,
So does my composure
I bend my head to cry
On my own shoulder
My own imperfections
Reflected back at me
In the fading colors
The lacquer covers
BON VOYAGE
All of the doubt and pain
Has turned my head
Into a baby's rattle
And the shaking toy...
Feels like an earthquake
And all the toys noise...
Is the only sound I hear
The tight grip of insanity spreads through my mind,
stealing everything that once kept me living.
Dreams that compose an ever-so-distant me
Wrap around in a cloak of contingency
Mirrored walls guard my heart
Deflecting and rejecting all chances of happy
Impressive in your eyes I seem,
but more Impressive yet are you
who believe in my life so vague,
filtered to exclude the truth.
My anxious fingers produce
Smiling, laughing, eternally cheery
Why can't anyone hear my screaming?
Showing the world my best face
Make sure that the mask stays
"Alone, alone, alone..."
The phrase that plagues my mind day in and day out...
Yet it rings true about who I really am.
I am alone.
Feeling ever so distant;
Here I sit, once again, pondering why
Why did I take this class? Am I crazy?
I tap and tutter, releasing a sigh.
I don't understand; study more, lazy.
Chemistry, O Chemistry, thou art death.
If I could, I would take away all the pain
The pain I feel every day.
I know I am not alone,
They ask me if I'm confused?
They ask me if it's a phase?
They tell me it's a choice. That I wasn't born this way.
Her tears were almost as rare as her smile
Her world of color was stricken with black
Her eyes crept with tears as they did
A tactful guile
As her face she hid
But each time in the corner
They say it happens to everyone.
They say it will soon be done.
We've been struggling since I was nine.
Been hearing it will be all fine.
Growing up I was mostly gay.
Thoughts fluttering my conscience mind as I try to unwind from time spent making seven twenty-five and a dime.
How can I be at ease knowing that I have two mouths to feed and no one to take heed to the pain that is felt within.
Struggling Day and Night.
Day by day we’re struggling.
From the time I began speaking.
Remembering the talks of stressing,
Stuggling-
For someone to
-understand-
Hear me in the silence
Not just read, but listen to my thoughts
Feel
Please listen to me as I speak, I speak truth, I speak wisdom to you, hear me now as I say you are more
to God than anyone today. Look up in the night sky, do you see those stars? God loves you more than each
The body and the earth shakes
All the while the waves quake
With untangible thoughts of a body
So the sand breaks
Into grains in the mind
Stringed noodles of a hallowed concubine
To degrade self esteem
Of a human soul
Can degrade life itself
Depression takes its toll
For the weak
Don't feel complete
Until withering
Has reached its peak
Utter despair strikes
To degrade self esteem
Of a human soul
Can degrade life itself
Depression takes its toll
For the weak
Don't feel complete
Until withering
Has reached its peak
Utter despair strikes
