Undone (Work In Progress)
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Category : Poems
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Here I am, in the dust;
Blowing through the wind.
Just a spec, out of many
Uncertain of what's called a destiny.
Am I right, am I wrong?
Will it all get the best of me, again?
Can I sleep, what's going on?
I'm doing the best that I can.
This isn't me, all this hate,
I want to throw it in the trash.
I haven't felt free, it took hold in everything I did.
It all built up, it exploded, and I almost lost my life.
I played with fire, then I was burned, I guess trying too hard chases them away in the end.
It's been hard, all this shit, keeps on crossing my mind.
Can I feel, what it's like, to finally hold something that is real?
Do I even deserve to feel how it feels?
I'm not perfect, and I'm getting sick of all the regret.
So here I am, cutting off any ways of reaching out.
