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dead end depression—a messy poem

Constantly trying to escape To places, to people Without reason Without cause Without purpose There's no way out because there wasn't suppose to be a way in Four corners two closing in Look both ways before you cross ceaseless traffic Pray to God you make it over safely. Pray to God you make it. Pray… Continue reading dead end depression—a messy poem

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life is a highway—a messy poem

Pushing 80 on the freeway With all the windows down Blasting The Chainsmokers through the auxiliary chord Hoping it drowns out the sound in my head The silence I feel empty. He says I take things to the extreme That I get defensive --I get mean And most times I only prove him right by… Continue reading life is a highway—a messy poem

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And what if I fell off the edge of the earth Would you still love me?

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Sobered thoughts.

It’s nights like these where I wonder most what alcohol tastes like. That if I ran now, could I make it? Nights where I don’t care to wonder if tomorrow will come. Only wonder if I’d be better off if it didn’t. And I think to myself, it’s not fair to him. After all he’s… Continue reading Sobered thoughts.

Dear Jehovah,

Dear Jehovah,

I feel hopeless.  Mama says love’s supposed to be easy, but for me loving never felt so hard. And Papa says it’s a tricky thing; that you could be with the person you want to be with, but not the person you should be with. Jehovah I’m troubled by this because I’m having the hardest… Continue reading Dear Jehovah,

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Conflicted, lost, but trying.

Sometimes I don't understand why I always try to do things the right way. Especially when they don't feel right to me. But I like to think it's because I want to make other people happy. To me, the right way is their way. Never my way. Because my right is wrong. And my wrong… Continue reading Conflicted, lost, but trying.