I didn't have much peace in my heart before,
But I knew it's something I truly needed to the core.
This was me, and I debated changing for a while.
Debating if I need to change my old style.
I kept count of all the times I was close to feeling bliss.
Kept count of the times I was close to feeling happiness.
How do I get you to see what I mean?
Without taking you for a spin or driving you insane.
I craved peace of mind, and even some joy.
I spent too many years being someone's chew toy.
I could sit here for hours and cry my problems,
Wiping my tears and listening to the music that stings,
But then I'd be sitting there, keeping track of the wrong things.
Reminiscing of the past isn't my mission;
Therefore doing so would be a regretful decision.
I feel my soul shiver when I get close to feeling bliss,
I feel my stomach sink when I get close to happiness.
I begged and pleaded for someone to share my warm heart with,
But I only feel my body sliding off a cliff.
I don't want to keep count of the times I feel bliss,
Or of the hopefully many times when I'll feel happiness.
I just want to live in the moment,
and get to know what it's like to be happy.
I just want to have a life that doesn't feel so crappy.
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REMEDIES
PoetryTackled by too many emotions, and riddled with pain, a character tells his story through poetry. As he happens to find himself stuck in a rut for years, he turns to any and every remedy to ease the pain. Drinking, Crying, Writing, and listening to m...
