The Worst Days

Ex's:

I don't want to think

About you

It's so draining

And hurtful

The thoughts come like humidity

And shake like the thunder

It's the worst

And I need a little less bad

 

 Life:

I don't want to live

Not anymore

There's no aim

Just aches and

I don't like this life

A dull blade

No edge and pointless

There's no use

life is for the living

And this isn't living

 

F is for: 

Filled with friends

I don't need or want

Conversations that are just noise

Courtesies that are just lies

I don't love you today

Maybe you shouldn't

You're all too good

Be real

And really leave

 

A Faux Love:

A love so sour

It's probably just a sauce

It may be sweet

Just a condiment nothing to live on

At least not this hour

You're not really here

Just caught you when you looked up

You looked bored

I was rebel

And you the struggling prude

 

An Island:

I'm all alone

I am the only one

I'm the survivor of a parricide

Or how it seems

I'm on the wrong side

An aftermath of terrible math

You have no idea

And no questions won't

Help

Make it better?

 

Straw Man:

A god so dumb

Whispers with the voice of a mute

A paraplegic as of late

No wander the Novocain

Cranium resting on a pile of straw

I dress this scarecrow

And put it in a wheel chair

Rest in passiveness Van Gogh

 

Mirror Mirror:

A prayer so selfish

I'm a hedonist

I don'y pray for patience

I pray  for cents

And look for sense

Somewhere else

 

The end:

Theses days

Just may be the worst days

What keeps me waking up?

 

The Beauty

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