I’m not popular
I’m not rich
I’m not regular
But I can be a bitch
I don’t have wealth of the unspoken kind
All I have is hidden in my heart
And trapped inside my mind
I’m not lucky and may not be sweet
I’m not the wisest
And may not be worth it to meet
But it’s strange how all the days I though were the best
Could end up in painful tears
Just mirroring the rest…
There’s just the time where you just stop caring. For everything and not giving a damn about it- uninterested. A placement in your mind is now taken up by nothingness. Complete black blankness. Strange how you don’t seem to remember the happy days- the ones where everything was ‘perfect’. Weird how you could change so fast with hardly explanation- thinking it’s what happens when your world crashes. This is how you’re supposed to be. But I got one question- aren’t you still alive? Strange how you can’t seem to forget how to breathe huh? Sweat, tears, pain may seem like an abyss but what you believe is the world. Remember? That strange rounded bluish greenish thing we live in? Yup- remembering it now- well, it can change- just like you.
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