Better by Crashley Nichole (feel good books to read .txt) 📕

So here I sit

Bored and depressed

Thinking of ways

That I can become a success

It's nerve wrecking

Sitting at home

When others are out having a good time

and you are all alone

It makes me wonder

If life is still worth living

But then again I should be thankful

For what I have been given

The pressure of being a loner

Is unbearable

But the unemployment rate

Is understandable

I feel like a loser

Sitting here writing this

But I love to write

So you can give my butt a kiss

I feel like everyone hates me

And that I am socially rejected

But it doesn't matter

I am as good as dead

I bet you are reading this

and I bet you are ready to judge

Be my guest

It doesn't bring me any luck

Sometimes I wonder

Why I was put on this earth

Like what my purpose is here

and why I am feeling so hurt

My life really sucks

And I try to fool myself

Into thinking it doesn't

When in reality

I have nothing

I feel like I am standing in the rain

Crying in pain

Thinking of everybody in vein

I'm similar to

Short term memory

I meet people

But they never remember me

This is not what I want

I need structure

I need to start building my life

Or I will find it hard to survive

I can't continue

staying at home

Relying on people

To give me something

I realize

That I have to get out and get it

I feel like I try so hard

But people only make my life harder

It's like I'll never win

So I light up a circle of candles

And sit in the center

Telling myself

That I can be a winner

I hate the position

That I am in right now

But eventually things will get better

and I won't have to frown

But until then

I'll sit and wait

Until I can get back on my feet

And set everything straight

 “Who are you?” Time asked me with a sigh,And my family tree echoed with a loud cry!I felt sick to my stomach and I felt blue…I answered as I trembled: “I wish I knew.”Then Time entered through my back doorsBarged on my uneven creaking floorboards,And Time uncovered my many regretsWhich exceeded my accumulated debts.Have I disappointed Time’s perfection?My rhythm & rhyme lacked -The Golden Section-The essence for Time’s balanced growth,And this is Time’s truth and solemn oath.Logic and emotion are Time’s key measuresNeeded to discover Time’s hidden treasures,Like Bach’s first-rate compositionsOr Mozart’s divine musical intuitions.Mozart genius haunted Salieri,I wish I were Antonio Salieri…At least Salieri crossed path with a genius.And Salieri tried to be Mozart like, bold grace and ingeniousIs it not the journey that counts? I was once told,Instead of stagnant dollar amounts mouldy and coldAmassed in my secret bank vault?That caused my spirit to die by default…And the thorn in my flesh etc… and suddenly Time,My Time stopped and ended my rhythm and rhyme.Would I be remembered after I am gone?“No!” Echoed the valley down below, “No one…And may God find mercy and honour your short poetic run,After you’re laid down beyond the light’s reach from the Sun.”

 I just got to school and all i see is the stares, looking at me like im differant, im not. I keep looking for you, for your smile, god and your body, i just want to lay next to you, i can feel your body.. inching its way on topp of me.. looking in my eyes, whispering "you're so sexy" 

Where were you?

Lies

Publication Date: 05-18-2015

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