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~Venting a bit~

Whats the point in living
Going from day to day
Dealing with the same old shit
You dealt with yesterday

Whats the point in waking up
To another empty day
Another day of wishing
For everything to go away

Whats the point in hoping
Hoping that things will change
Knowing only that you'll be let down
And wanting to run away

Whats the point in hanging on
To an empty pointless life
Whats the point in struggling along
When you can end it all tonight
 
I'm running out of poems to express my mood...I really hate everything somedays. Just bleh. This weekend has completely sucked, I wish I could say I had a valid reason as to why, but thats not really the case, I guess I'm just on a downer. It only takes such small things. And its one on top of another on top of another it seems. It drives me crazy that I can't just shut everything out. At the same time though I understand that if I did that, one day I'd regret it. Its just hard to be around people feeling the way I do. I get so irritable. And I hate that this seems to be the condition of far to many people these days. Everyones always so down...or angry...or whatever....
 
She fooled all of her friends into thinking she's so strong,
but she still sleeps with her light on,
and she acts like
It's all right on, as she smiles again and her mother lies there sick with cancer,
and her friends don't understand her,
she's a question without answers,
who feels like falling apart.
She knows, she's so much more than worthless,
but she needs to find her purpose,
she wonders what she did to deserve this and..

She's calling out to you, this is a call; this is a call out,
'Cause everytime I fall down, I reach out to you,
and I'm losing all control now, and my hazard signs are all out,
I'm asking you, to show me what this life is all about.

He tells everyone a story,
because he thinks his life is boring,
and he fights
so you won't ignore him,
because that's his biggest fear,
and he cries,
but you'll rarely see him do it.
He loves, but he's scared to use it.
So he hides behind the music, 'cause he likes it that way.
He knows,
He's so much more than worthless,
he needs to find the surface,
because he's starting to get nervous.

He's calling out to you, this is a call; this is a call out,
'Cause everytime I fall down, I reach out to you,
and I'm losing all control now, and my hazard signs are all out,
I'm asking you, to show me what this life is all about.

Have you ever felt this way before?
'cause I don't wanna hide here anymore.
Take me to place where nothing's wrong and thanks for coming, shut the door.
They say someone out there sees us,
Well if you're real then save me Jesus,
'cause I've been this way for far too long.
I wasn't meant to feel alone.

Not mine, it belongs to Thousand Foot Krutch. I just feel like it fits me, and felt I had to post it.
 
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