Will It Ever End

i'm just tired

fine, i’ll write a few lines

but only ‘cause you feel weird inside

better to type in a few words

than to do something you’ll regret soon enough

I haven't had a meaning in a while

not sure I’ve ever had one, actually

my days go by and all I do is fight myself

trying to accomplish some things I claim will fix me

but it never works

old habits die hard

everyday I die harder

I keep on failing over and over again

what if that’s a sign

a way for me to know

the things I desperately want 

will not give me what I look for

if that’s the truth then I’m fucked

what the hell am I supposed to do with all this hurt

all this pain

will all this effort be in vain

I don’t know

wish I was the one in control

but the more I try, the worse it gets

how in the f**k am I not meant to go mad?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I have been dancing with madness for many years. Now I accept the madness.
"I don’t know
wish I was the one in control
but the more I try, the worse it gets
how in the f**k am I not meant to go mad?"
I liked the above lines and I understand. I believe four kinds of people. The pond people, accepting everything as-is. The lake people, quiet storms that can create havoc. The ocean people, never content and wild in mind. This is me. The river people, they can move with the world and make their path to the sea. It is okay to know madness. Ensure we know we are alive. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[mattavelli]

Hello, Hypochondria! :)
You seem discontent, maybe, or troubled. I hope you get it sorted out. Thanks for sharing.