The shell that's me
I don't have that life
the life of what i want
Seems unreachable to think of
too far away to grasp
Self conscious, judgmental
an Overthinking patrona
None of it should matter,
still it stings..this bloody etching of my persona
Lend me a hint of dreams,
for i am incapable of one
For my heart, soul and mind are just
unwillingly sewn
My trembling breaths,
won't even let it out
This fear of unfairness,
the truth this world is about
What was even the point
of teaching me righteousness,
To even doubt my parents love
as if Nothing but empty caress
Hating my self, my life, my highs
wasn't the begining of enough
Even Lost my peace within this soul
this oneLastBreeze has endured only rough
I can't make up my mind,
to feel this or that or just die
What's the point of calling it, MY priorities, when not even allowed to put down i
Expecting nothing but kindness,
for what all i had to offer
Deserving nothing but emptiness,
the price of a proper?
Thousands of times
spent making my mind
Slytherin is my dye
still can't figure out the lines
Even the thoughts of being 6ft under
comes after being done with it all
Done with the life's laughter,
the price of being born, a crime so small
Expressing or everything is so difficult for me
words just don't come out of mouth when it's for me
Or just...scarred too heavy to be anything,
a plaything of past, playhouse in a scorched tree
I too wanna feel for once, what it feels like to feel
For all i have endured, the pain i caused me
Not somethings just one thing, i realize is this
This wretched life of mine, this too is a worthless possession of me
© oneLastBreeze
the life of what i want
Seems unreachable to think of
too far away to grasp
Self conscious, judgmental
an Overthinking patrona
None of it should matter,
still it stings..this bloody etching of my persona
Lend me a hint of dreams,
for i am incapable of one
For my heart, soul and mind are just
unwillingly sewn
My trembling breaths,
won't even let it out
This fear of unfairness,
the truth this world is about
What was even the point
of teaching me righteousness,
To even doubt my parents love
as if Nothing but empty caress
Hating my self, my life, my highs
wasn't the begining of enough
Even Lost my peace within this soul
this oneLastBreeze has endured only rough
I can't make up my mind,
to feel this or that or just die
What's the point of calling it, MY priorities, when not even allowed to put down i
Expecting nothing but kindness,
for what all i had to offer
Deserving nothing but emptiness,
the price of a proper?
Thousands of times
spent making my mind
Slytherin is my dye
still can't figure out the lines
Even the thoughts of being 6ft under
comes after being done with it all
Done with the life's laughter,
the price of being born, a crime so small
Expressing or everything is so difficult for me
words just don't come out of mouth when it's for me
Or just...scarred too heavy to be anything,
a plaything of past, playhouse in a scorched tree
I too wanna feel for once, what it feels like to feel
For all i have endured, the pain i caused me
Not somethings just one thing, i realize is this
This wretched life of mine, this too is a worthless possession of me
© oneLastBreeze