And sometimes I think
I'm living this life
for it to all come
tumbling down.
There doesn't
seem to be a
reason nor truth
in anything that happens.
There doesn't
seem to be any
control nor help
for anything that happens.
And sometimes I think
I'm living this life
for it to all come
tumbling down.
And sometimes it's
like I'm just sat here
counting the clocks
til I reach the end.
What am I really
doing here?
Why am I really
still alive?
I'm just counting numbers.
I'm just lifting fingers,
to a world that couldn't
care less about me and you.
When you find an answer
or an ounce of reason.
I wanna be the first to know,
meanwhile I try and lay low.
Work my way through
the unending days.
Trying to break
through the haze
that leaves my
thoughts ablaze.
And sometimes I think
I'm living this life
for it to all come
tumbling down...
when no ones around
it'll come tumbling down
- Erin 12th May 2020
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About the Creator
Erin Shields
27. England. Poet. I have Bipolar, BPD & Anxiety. I’ve been writing since I was 18 as an outlet for my mental health.
I also have a Ko-Fi with more of my work: https://ko-fi.com/erin
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