writing on the wall

poem by: Isabel Clouatre
Written on Jun 03, 2019

The writing on the wall
Watch the words fall through my mind
To pass the time
Tears sting my eyes
I can’t focus on reality
Nothing seems real to me
But i guess that’s just how i live
There’s no medicine to give me
To fix the way i’m thinking
Please don’t try to trick me
I don’t want your fucking pity
This is just my reality
What i’ve known my whole life
My only distraction is this fucking device
Watching the pictures run through my mind
But i’m wasting my time
Wasting my life
I find purpose in writing
And maybe i’m no good
But i promise i’ll keep fighting
Because i know that i should
I want to get somewhere with this
So i can finally live without this
Constant fear of failure
I know i can do better
I can show you these words mean so much
To someone
Someone like me
Who cant stop hurting
But turns to writing 
To make use of her time
I will get somewhere with this
Thats a fucking promise

 

Tags: Metaphor,

 

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