these words are for me …

the reality is
most people won’t give a shit
about what you write
there are days i even get tired
of the words i stumble upon
we all have our own battles
some fighting
harder than others
i wake up worried
about a future that doesn’t exist
i fall asleep ruminating
about a past that’s been extinguished
our lives meant for so much more
than this constant battle
it’s through these fucked up
hodgepodge of words
i find some clarity
if only for a moment
some peace
to a never ending chatter
of a distressed inner world

~r~

today i write for me. tomorrow, maybe for you …

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