I don't understand anything
At least not anymore.
Maybe I treat life like shit
So it continues to slap me
Over and over and over again.
I truly used to care
About the pretty little things of life
But now I see blank
And I'm tired of it.
I want color and brightness
They say you could only turn that on yourself
But what if you don't know how to?
After awhile you just don't care to anymore
What you wish you could have
Will never come
Because you don't have enough faith
And I'm starting to realize
Mine is shrinking everyday.
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Typically Typical
PoetryIt was suffocating me. My thoughts, my head, everyone. About a girl who seems typical on the outside but a mess on the inside....
