#1
i never ever write stuff but for some reason felt compelled today. so i figured i'd post here and have someone tell me where i should go from here. I know some of it lacks metaphor but i think it got my feelings across without being too generic.


what if i chose to speak
of a world far less bleak
could that image i paint be real
or glass we hope to fill

we’ve lost site of truth
brainwashed from our youth
i cling to this one ideal
a world i cant see, but feel

but on sunny days i wonder
what’s really dragging me under
is it that i’ve lost all hope
or that i’m just unable to cope


i find that i am reeling
from these emotions that i’m feeling
i struggle to find my place
a reality i just can’t face

but on sunny days i wonder
what’s really dragging me under
is it that i’ve lost all hope
or that i’m just unable to cope


as if my wounds can breath
from the inside where they seethe
the scars you might not see
my heart will set me free