The Sunset
I try to open myself up some
But then I learn they are not really there
I tell all I feel inside only to recieve an aura of cold air
Loneliness builds inside me,
I'm numb but somehow I still care
People take advantage of me then talk bad of me like im not even there
Friends, family, exes, religion
I forsake them all now because,
What good did it do me? Makes me pull out my hair
Riddle me this feeling of isolation, God
If you are even really here
You answered my prayers with twisted jokes
And you know I dont think it's fair
But you know all about all
My opinion is like a thud down the stairs
Fallen from grace I feel, because creation seems minimalistic
A shot in the dark when I was yet a ball of idiotic light
Dimed down now, as my sight becomes sensitive
And my feelings for people become evermore rare
Copyright © Justin Worthy | Year Posted 2023
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