Battle Scars
What's the point wake up in the shadowless world
A sunless sky
I ask you now why should I try
why should i buy into all of the things people find so worthwhile
why do i want to be so different?
i can hear the music
through my window i could hear the world
trap music plays
im more accustomed to the andre 3000 sounds so i mostly stray away
i tighten my bowtie and welcome the night
take a shot of the whisky and begin to write
of the wrongs that i've done and my dreams of the light
its only then that my sun will rise
i smile at the light
it's nothing more than a welcoming call
i'm so close to my goal
but im not there at all
my body becomes possesed with unimaginable drive
to think two months ago i didn't want to be alive
i made plans of my death
never though of suicide
just a victim of the world
who would not let me survive
but that was the stress and anxiety im depressed because i though that i was good
and my friends said i was less
so i'm locked in my room to protect everyone
because i long for one person
who was never gonna come
why should i try and buy my way through life?
most likely because i know that i could do right
because i could possibly fill you with light
because of the whisky or because i feel right
regardless of the answer i'm so proud of my fight
Copyright © Terance Horton | Year Posted 2016
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