God damn catastrophe
I've lost myself and the world can see
What is a beautiful book if no one else has learned to read?
In a world full of failure how could I ever possibly be destined to succeed?
I'll pretend to live
But the truth is, I'm dying
Find different ways to erase the pain...
At least I'm trying
I hate climbing
It's frightening at best
I've already scaled the biggest...
The most beautiful...
The best.
So why pretend that I'll find another?
I've no reason to reach to the top of the smaller ones
Without purpose or reason
"I ain't got no future or family tree"
The future is bleak
Lord, give me strength.
(I am so weak)
If this is what it's like to be truly alone...
Then I envy those that can move and function
In a world that never really cared
Author notes
Something I wrote. I hope you enjoy. I guess. I enjoyed it. Hmn.
