Better or worse?
Two questions that play in my brain everyday like a broken record
Should I get better?
If I do then I won’t have to struggle anymore
Be out of this pit that was made for me
The one that was dug by so many
Breaking me down and loosing the grip I held on the edge
I’ll finally be free
Free from the thoughts
Free from the broken electricity surges sparking at inconvenient times
Should I get worse?
Dig the hole much deeper
Send me into a pit so deep that there’s no return
The dark empty circular shape I’ve trapped myself in
Why would I want to get worse?
A question of the ages,
One a little difficult to answer;
Though I think I have a simple one that does thy job:
The sadness and hollowness is a comfort;
It’s all I’ve really gotten to know
I don’t know much else
From what this pit has shown
There are only mere fragments of happiness and love that I know
I want to get better,
But also worse.
Getting better means change
And we all know I hate that
Getting worse means staying in the same cycle I’ve been part of for the last 18 months
It’s a bittersweet nature
Wanting two completely opposite things
But this is a time where I need to make a choice
Not leave it be to rot and wilt
ESTÁS LEYENDO
My Poetry
PoesíaMost of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 16 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)
