Dilemma

People are meant to get hurt;
Crippled and left in the dirt
When you thought it was fine
Then later on you cry.

Hair dancing with the strong, cold air
Bear the pain because no one else's there
Honestly, this is not easy
Running out of words like it's the end of the world.

I ain't that influential
Nor that essential
I'm just an irksome song
Being played in a phone.

Tired of living in a terrene dilemma;
Devoured in dysphoria's charisma
Seriously, it's not pleasing
Tired of everything like it's really ending.

Counting all my happy days;
Getting out from this maze
I despise myself
I'm no good to this test.

I left many pieces undone
Just like how cruel all of these began
Honestly, none of these were easy
Hurt my bones, slowly melting like an ice cream in a cone.

I am soft
I ain't strong
I disdain almost everyone
Why can't I get what I want?

Dried tears on my face
Can't step forward a pace
Sadly, I've had enough of this shit
When will we be happy and create a good movie?

I'm broke and a mess
Can't make this sad feeling less
Everything is cold and my eyes are red
I wonder if all will be fine and save me from being dead.

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Inspiration: Self
Date made: February 22, 2019
Time made: 9:17 p.m