nohope
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Natural disasters are spiking like a bed of nails
Dead bodies dangle from the ceiling, falling from seasons like snowflakes
No stories are the same
Spread your wings, warrior
I guess we both fucked up, didn't we?
So blinded by our pain that we didn't see,
The pain we had, had a source,
It got worse,
Pro's to little league.
My pain from you,
As time pass
life begins to
give a whole new start.
As I'm tired something tells
me to keep going.
As the wind blow God
whispers child hold on
As my eyes blink back
I’ve never felt so lost,
Nor felt so helpless, alone, angry and frustrated.
Nor have I ever cried so much, or as often.
Never have I asked “why” so many times.
I’ve never been so weak.
I can hear the bell tolling
Almost every minute
Of every day.
It all started years ago
When my dog died.
It was a simple murmur then.
After that I was told the truth about Santa Claus
I hear you speak to me
I can hear the decibels rise
The waves reach my ears
Yet your words hold no meaning
To me.
They are hollow
As lifeless as a doll,
With painted sincerity
There is still light for you,
but your sun is setting.
Your insides are breaking in two,
and I can't see them mending.
There is still hope for you,
The waves crash over me. Suddenly I'm lost. Lost. So lost. I try to kick my way to the surface, but there always seems to be an invisible boundary. One that I can never cross. But I suppose it's okay now.
