Poetic Pain pt1.

Stressing over things that I have no control over, that barrier I could’ve sworn I conquered, I was doing good, controlled my anger, chose the right dialect, tried to become more humbled... Love will never find be, because I’ve pushed away so many blessings, that karma wants to date me, Cigarette after cigarette, the weed is never enough, so I sip on the the tracks, no help, repeatedly drowning,..... and drowning.... A constant fear of failure as I’m reminded that I’ll never be good enough by those that I love, Manipulating socialism, to please people only to be kicked down and verbally beaten upon... I’m tired of this shitt, but the only way out is the weakest of them all, It’s cheap and easier, says allot but never again will I be betrayed by the temptation of suicidal thoughts, My cry for help, it’s so loud that it’s ignored only to be remembered reminiscing over someone else’s joy, Clowns..... in the biggest one tho cause I care about the applause, from the ones I love, Yet they’ve hurted me the most, Showing me my true weakness at the wrong times, yet want my strength when they need me for a point... Sometimes, just fuck life....