You know what you want most.
You know what you need,
to get what you want,
But you're bound by the ropes of reality.
Bound by the lack of motivation you have to coincide with the will of your desire to live with what you want.
You're stuck in a loop,
Forced still by the laws of life.
(You're an unstoppable force but also an immovable object.)
Feeling there will never be any change in the ordeal,
You slowly feel the impending doom of the situation crush you from the inside out.
This is your fate,
That you have yet to accept,
Though you're close to realizing there's only one way out.
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The Mind of a Teenage Outcast
Poetry//My second poetry book// Poetry about Depression/Self harm/Anxiety/Suicide and generally sensitive topics Possibly triggering Please read my first poetry book Brøken/Depressed Pøems Thanks *my own poems* Rankings - #221 in poem ...
