It Ain’t Right
By; Tyler Ross
Woven intricately in just the right time
The fools I have called my friends
Just move along, as I lay here to die
Unaware, their presence no longer resides
No reaching out for what’s left of me, alive?
Beaten, saddened, and the feeling of solitude
Silence lays its hands down as I spit up and choke on spoonfuls of delicious food
You bastards ain’t worthy as I thought you were
Selfishness overrules your life
Have I not been around long enough to satisfy?
Crawling, overheated, lungs pinched off
My head is like dynamite
Where any moment I could explode
Never really enjoying this life
But go on, I can’t create your sincerity
In a world of brothers, bonded by passion and hilarity
I barely walk, careful in the breaths as I talk
I sit and think; why does it take me to always say a thing?
Not looking for sympathy, but in a world so consumed in technology helping develop this distancing.
As I lay here down to sleep
I cough and I cough destroying my body’s drive
The world assumes so much
Perhaps why I never survived.
Starting anew . . .
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