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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