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All of my heart
I failed again, it's all but late.
Won't turn it in on time.
Days and days I wasted away.
Said I'll do it later, later.
Well today's name is later.
But it has turned too late.

Why do I try to fight when,
it feels like I always fail?
Am I really this frail,
am I really this decayed?
I wish I could be a kid again,
school was so easy then.

It's not a matter of accepting,
cause I know I fucked up.
I just try so hard to it all again,
but motivation always ends.
I give my all when I can,
when my mind feels better,
but that's rarely ever.

Wasting time on this poem,
while the hours still go,
and it gets more late for me,
but I guess I have accepted,
this was a destiny I chose.

No one really understands,
no one really does know,
what I still keep buried down.
Because for a few years,
the sun hasn't shone at all,
the only time it did,
it burned all of my heart.

© dats_poetry