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The world is pulling me under. Suffocating me in its grasps. In one second I might die or succeed in everything. I don't know where I'm going. I feel trapped. I don't understand why I can't understand. Why is up all of a sudden down? What is the reason behind this madness? Where am I to go after the fact? Who pulls the strings? Am I just a puppet? Please don't let me drown. I need to see tomorrow. I don't understand why. I want to live a real life. I drag myself down. I can never live a real life. I feel trapped in a circle. Over and over I will fall into the void. I'm dead inside, yet I'm still functioning. I'm still alive to you. I am trying to survive, the apocalypse. The apocalypse has already begun. We are already losing and no one is doing anything about it. I fear for the ones who come after us. They will not be able to live with what we let them. So I fear for everyone. We can live, okay.
Watch the words flow the rhythms ignite it might not be right but at least it feels good the rhythm might die but the words will live on for what we say in the dark always lives a long life. We're not in control but that's why we like it we might die today but who really cares our lives on the line but we've never felt better so that's why we do it because we just want to live. Painful nights realign with our thoughts dead inside we might strive to be better but never really try and that's our problem we don't know how to be better. We're living through we'll make it to tomorrow even if it hurts to breathe it hurts more not to so I'll make it to tomorrow if you make it there with me. My life was simple our lives were easy we threw easy in the trash we liked the accomplishment more so we don't have easy lives but at least we don't have boring lives. Our baggage tried to kill us we didn't let it we'd rather suffer when we suffer we learn and learning is fun. I will conquer the night to live through the day it might be difficult but who said it would be easy I can push and force my way but I won't ever get it, will I? I don't like pressure
it's like I'm dying like someone is scrapping at my skull and thinking I'll be fine because I am fine. What's the point of having the power to make a difference if we never lift a finger. We criticize the people who try, but never try ourselves. I guess you might have a reason to criticize them if you've been in their shoes and done better, but I doubt you have. Sure you have the freedom of speech, but your speech bears no fruit to make it worth it. You blabbler away all day with nothing acomplished from it. So what is your purpose? If all you plan to do with your life is criticize other people's efforts. So maybe once in your life maybe you should lift a finger. Speak to what you believe and then actually take a step towards accomplishing it. You have the power to make a difference, you just never tried.
The post this week is rather simple. I want you to look back at the daily poems I have posted that last week, part 1-7 and read them in order.
I'm sitting down now and forcing myself to write. I want to let the rage out and confuse myself. I want the words to spill out and form a masterpiece. I know that this won't be pretty. I know this is choppy, but what else can I do. I'm a minor detail in this whole world. I'm just a little speck of dust compared to the whole universe. My actions might seem insignificant, but they really aren't. Think, what can happen from one action? Imagine how many people you'll meet in your life, you affect all of them. You might feel insignificant some times, I know I do, but we do more than we think. Many will have children, and those children will have children. You are the source of thousands of humans. You are not insignificant, you really aren't. That woman you just smiled at, just decided that maybe the whole world isn't evil. That man you held the door for, felt for once that he wasn't invisible. That little boy you passed the ball back to him, would have run into the street if you hadn't. That little girl you just gave a piece of chalk, will be a famous artist. That baby you started at, for a little too long, will remember your smile as the first time someone loved him. We don't notice how our little actions really affect the lives of others. Just know they do.
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