Berating and bickering
The only thing I regret,
Is to forgive and forget,
It's no wonder, I be on my own,
Sowing the seeds that I've grown,
Into the plants of cologne that smell nice and warm,
Where am I supposed to go from here on now?
I loudly squeal silence in quiet space,
I hate to overthink and not overthink to hate,
Sad and depressed, not laughing at jests,
Habits are messed, having lack of interests,
A lot of the truth is exaggerated I guess,
But out of the clues I leak like gas, in jests,
I write whatever I couldn't ingest,
listening to my guts, I processed,
The idea, that I'm exasperated to rest.
Emotions flowing like a river,
And I'm In a motion of a rowing nowhere,
I come to a point where I standing still, barely holding,
Myself, and not being able to drink water out of the ocean.
I fight and strive for my rightful pride,
But I die inside everytime I sigh and hide,
And lurk from the dark shadows which emerge,
From the depth of desolation it's only the tip of the iceberg.
One after the other,
We all laugh or suffer,
One way or ther other,
Life never buffers,
It's a cycle which is perpetual,
Life is a match of eternal dual,
Between these two, besides,
there is no in betweens,
You either stay happy,
Or completely be blown to smithereens.
Looking back I could notice,
It's not pictures or emotions,
Everything's been atrocious.
Every hope has been hopeless,
And disappointing as well.
Like the past, present and future tense of hurt is no different,
Whatever the case is, I get the same treatment.
But I'm not here to complain about me,
But to address the reality.
I had lots of words poured for you,
Thoughts and prayers adored and glued,
To you and no one else around,
I wrote alot, more than I ever could count,
Even the thoughts were undeniably alot.
More than just mere thinking,
I expressed without fear, blinking,
Within a span of a second,
everything suddenly went extinctive.
Whether it is hard and inconvenient, Or smart and efficiently sufficient, It feels like an empty space of time It's quiet outside, no signs of life!
Everyday, every minute, nothing to interact,
The precisions get infinite and inexact.
One minute I'm motivated, The other minute I'm not,
I get sick of decisions to which I don't stick.
I probably fail to admit,
What's the truth and what's a myth.