Prozac Dreams

sometimes you do everything you can to be okay but it just isn't enough

some people are born incomplete

there must have been a set of instructions for this absurd thing called life

somehow, I must have missed it

sometimes you become willing to throw everything away for the slightest possibility of feeling something

sometimes you prefer unhappiness to a lifetime of normality

how do you get out of bed when you think nothing matters anymore

how do you insert yourself into a life that you're not a part of

it was hard but I think I finally understand

this isn't a place to be if you can't feel anything

it's cruel, it breaks you, saddens you

makes you happy, fills you with joy and excitement

and everything you've been through in the end is worth it

and for people that are like me, we just stand by and watch from the outside

the passing time just changes us, but somehow it never heals

if you aren't broken like I am,

And if you're intact  

I hope that you're out there somewhere

And I hope that you're happy, even if you're sad sometimes

Maybe that'll mean that there's still hope for me

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