This poem is about how a world is made up of luck that’s entirely made up and how people take good things for granted.

 

I think I’m having one of those days, maybe its just bad luck

Flames I cant explain I cant explain, blood in my eyes like I’m about to erupt

I’ve made to many unhappy faces, maybe I’m just hard to explain

I feel out of my whole life-time I’ve been living, I feel so used

I feel feelings that bring to pain and just more pain

My tears do more than just cry and walk down my face hurt, but they feel unhappy as the same as I would

Only if I can change how unhappy, and loneliness I’ve felt, oh I wish I could

Because right now I’m about to erupt

I’m coming out of myself landing on some real I can destruct

To many conversations brought to my ear to discuss

Maybe I’ll just give up and quick but for what

I’m headed into self-destruction and don’t which step to take

Maybe I’ll slow things down and look at the choices I make

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