starting new
im slighty backwards like yesturdays tomorrow,its a burden i wish i could just leave behind,
just a little out of motion from my sorrow,
maybe this is why im constantly losing my mind.
inspiration is what pulls me through,
hit after hit i never lose hope,
yet i'm easily pushed down by you,
the only one to pull me from the rope.
it took a funeral to make me feel alive,
my own death woke me up from my nightmare,
one two clear its time for me to revive,
wake up slowly and mutter a thankful prayer.
time to pick up the pieces and start over new,
im not afraid to be what this new me wants to be,
maybe this time i wont feel like im failing you,
this is what it feels like to finally be free.
feelings of old mixed with feelings of new,
the best of all three coming together here,
the other batches were fake but this ones true,
because i can finally live my life without fear
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