The Same

Bright lights, help wanted signs

The same ones I saw last night

The same message they don’t change

Overused roads they just won’t pave

The same walk

Through the same park

The same sounds

The same beating hearts

Every morning

Wake up to the same alarms

Everyday 

The same trips

Repeated again and again

The same fights

The same love

The same beating hearts

Together

As

One.

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I have an anger inside of me

It builds up, builds in my heart

Pollutes my body with stress

Stress I never used to have

Stress I shouldn’t have

I need to find a way to rid of it

So it no longer affects me

So it stops digging inside of me

So eventually

I can be free

Free from the pain I get in my chest

Free my mind from the things I can’t change

Free it from everything

Except love

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Hush little baby don’t say a word
Mama already said sorry for the nasty things you heard
Hush my child
don’t make a sound
Mama’s tryin to find a way
to turn our lives around
Mama prays to God every night
asking ‘Why me?”
"Why did you bring this child into such a fucked up life?" 

wrong time

born in the wrong millenium

i’ve been walking around

okay, more like driving

wondering why i happened when i did

wondering why it wasn’t sooner

wondering why second chances

don’t come around

all so often

why i can’t start over

rewind

and then

fast forward again

to where i am now

to my life

plus some perks

a school to attend

a degree to achieve

i guess i just wish

sometimes

i wasn’t born as me

I never write anymore, ever.

That is going to change. 

Starting now.

roadt0joy:

tryasyoumight:

roadt0joy:

tryasyoumight:

i miss these days

same ): 

he was seriously so oblivious to everything

selective hearing from old age and homophobia and racism and just hatefullness
he was the oldest tool bag at estero
i never thought of it that way, it’s so true. he deserves some sort of medal  or something

roadt0joy:

tryasyoumight:

roadt0joy:

tryasyoumight:

i miss these days

same ): 

he was seriously so oblivious to everything

selective hearing from old age and homophobia and racism and just hatefullness

he was the oldest tool bag at estero

i never thought of it that way, it’s so true. he deserves some sort of medal  or something

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roadt0joy:

tryasyoumight:

i miss these days

same ): 

he was seriously so oblivious to everything

roadt0joy:

tryasyoumight:

i miss these days

same ): 

he was seriously so oblivious to everything

7 notes