Most days Are a waste
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Looking glass.
This is a poem that’s about becoming the person everyone wanted me to be verses the person I was destined to be.

Most days Are a waste

Most days Are a waste Running around

Most days Are a waste Running around Making the same mistakes

Wonderin how long It takes

Wonderin how long It takes To drain The pain

Wonderin how long It takes To drain The pain From my veins

Why breathing Feels like work

Why breathing Feels like work If loving you Is suppose to hurt

And I’m nervous

And I’m nervous I’ll never find My purpose

Aimlessly wandering

Aimlessly wandering Trying to find my path

Aimlessly wandering Trying to find my path Outrun the gun Underneath my ass

So I stare at A looking glass

So I stare at A looking glass Swear I don’t Like what I see

So I stare at A looking glass Swear I don’t Like what I see A mirage of my Insecurities

How can I see the beauty

How can I see the beauty In someone else

How can I see the beauty In someone else But I can’t see it In myself

How can I see the beauty In someone else But I can’t see it In myself A fucked up habit

How can I see the beauty In someone else But I can’t see it In myself A fucked up habit I should probably shelf

Well when the pain Subsides

Well when the pain Subsides And tears don’t sting My eyes

Well when the pain Subsides And tears don’t sting My eyes Who will I find

Well when the pain Subsides And tears don’t sting My eyes Who will I find Hiding inside

Well when the pain Subsides And tears don’t sting My eyes Who will I find Hiding inside My fragile State of mind?

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