mess

[The Boat]

so this is my first post on here. I wouldnt really call this a poem or lyrics, but it is definately up there with john Oh's blog.

it makes me sick the to sweat to think how far we've let this mess progress
yes, of course i like to make things worse
why else would i do it so often
the reason im alive? well its been long forgotten

ill throw my friends to the trash
they never made much sense anyway
for you my dear ill be consumed by my fear
because i much prefer hating myself then hating you

my hopes for us keep sinking with every stolen lie that you're spinning
im not sure if i can do this anymore
i want your love more than your clothes on the floor
and maybe if i could speak more eloquently
i could attest that i still want this mess
but this time its gona take more then me
and i know you hate making an effort for anything worth it

let us not limit what weve got
we can do more then most could dream of
simply put i know that youre put off by how i cant understand you
but im doing the best i can with what ive got
and thats a brain that god scrapped the plans to

[EatItSucka]

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"my hopes for us keep sinking with every stolen lie that you're spinning"

Thats my favorite line.

My turn:


When I was in third grade
My life begun to slowly fade
It started like a fire
Hoping the flames would soon expire
Diagnosed at young age
This sickness found would soon engage
And no one ever knew
They thought this was not true
But soon found they were wrong
Pride took over all along
Like pen with out ink
Like anchors that wont sink
Now at age 19
My life is unseen
They say that im depressed
But I say they're obssessed
These pills I take change my mind
And alter all that I find
I feel like a zombie, no hi's or low's
A brain is what I crave, so it go's
I ask myself, is this it
Ponder and think, will I fit?
Fit like the perfect size
Put the shoe on, but its a lie
Cause Im different, yes I am
I'm no sheep, Im a lamb