The depression is hitting with full force
now.
Short days and long hours
and no play-time.
I can't believe the ongoing nagging and chatter
in every room I step into.
I’m pulling my hair out
just to feel something other than the argumentations
of progression I have been raising.
My survival mode is so blatantly pathetic
that I can only hate myself for it.
Once more, I am a farce,
making all the wrong choices,
seeking all the wrong and easy answers
with all the wrong people.
It is all in me.
Nowhere else.
Empathy and compassion and
my helping hands
have become raping excuses.
Deviant roads,
stray freedoms
and gore.
Just gore.
now.
Short days and long hours
and no play-time.
I can't believe the ongoing nagging and chatter
in every room I step into.
I’m pulling my hair out
just to feel something other than the argumentations
of progression I have been raising.
My survival mode is so blatantly pathetic
that I can only hate myself for it.
Once more, I am a farce,
making all the wrong choices,
seeking all the wrong and easy answers
with all the wrong people.
It is all in me.
Nowhere else.
Empathy and compassion and
my helping hands
have become raping excuses.
Deviant roads,
stray freedoms
and gore.
Just gore.