Everyone has something to say
And at the end of the day
There are thousands of voices in my brain
I get so tired of looking at the world
Through these eyes
I watch the people as they walk by
The rain comes down
Like the universe must cry
There are people everywhere I go
I watch them and I just know
There are tears behind the smiles
I know they t want to be loved
But I don’t have enough to give
No matter what I do or where I live
Wish I didn’t have to stay to connected
To all the pretty little lies
Pictures we take to make
others jealous of our lives
With our social platforms,
We try to hide our brokeness
Wish I had an answer for the hopelessness
Sometimes I just close my eyes
And pretend like I am not alive
Sometimes I pretend I can solve
The problems of humanity
When daylight fades in the end
I am only me.
About the Creator
Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
By James U. Rizzi7 days ago in Fiction
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