Trying hard,
But feel I like losing hope.
Like life is one long fucking joke.
Try to calm the flames of distress,
Get the weight up off my chest.
But it seems like the fire I just stoke. π₯
Choking on my quotes,
when I try to say them.
So I just write.
When I'm all alone late at night.
Trying to make things right,
With what I have left.
Really and truly I just wanna do my best. π―
So I rise at dawn,
To the cracking of a whip.
Hoping that this morning will be the coming of my ship.
Or at least let it see land.
Praying like a seaman,
These waves don't swallow me,
But lay me down on sea sand. π
-13.7
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