Bombarded
To hate the one you love, you know she feels the same,
all these mixed emotions making you insane.
You can't stand to be with her, yet you miss her when she's gone,
you cannot understand which is right or wrong.
It's the little things that annoy you, but it's those you love,
she's as evil as a killer, yet as innocent as a dove.
Your mind tells you to end it, and move in with your life,
but you heart tells you to stay, she may be your wife.
Life is miserable with her, but it's worse without,
confused and lost, you want to scream and shout.
You want to curl up and die, bring it to an end,
but life is mysterious, happiness could be just around the bend.
So you keep on trudging on, day after day,
when things don't go right, you tend to lose your way.
You get caught up in the bullshit, you get overloaded,
you don't know what to do, you feel like your brain exploded.
Every time you try to fix things, you drift further apart,
you knew that you were kursed right from the start.
You don't know what to do, you want to break down and cry,
living in my nightmare until the day i die.
Will she miss me when she's gone, will anyone even care?
I guess I won't know until i'm then and there.
I could live 100 years, i could also die tomorrow,
will anyone there cry, will there be any sorrow?
You ask these questions in your head, but you won't get an answer
eating away at your mind, like a terminal cancer.
No one will ever know, so don't even try,
I guess we'll all find out when it's my time to die.
all these mixed emotions making you insane.
You can't stand to be with her, yet you miss her when she's gone,
you cannot understand which is right or wrong.
It's the little things that annoy you, but it's those you love,
she's as evil as a killer, yet as innocent as a dove.
Your mind tells you to end it, and move in with your life,
but you heart tells you to stay, she may be your wife.
Life is miserable with her, but it's worse without,
confused and lost, you want to scream and shout.
You want to curl up and die, bring it to an end,
but life is mysterious, happiness could be just around the bend.
So you keep on trudging on, day after day,
when things don't go right, you tend to lose your way.
You get caught up in the bullshit, you get overloaded,
you don't know what to do, you feel like your brain exploded.
Every time you try to fix things, you drift further apart,
you knew that you were kursed right from the start.
You don't know what to do, you want to break down and cry,
living in my nightmare until the day i die.
Will she miss me when she's gone, will anyone even care?
I guess I won't know until i'm then and there.
I could live 100 years, i could also die tomorrow,
will anyone there cry, will there be any sorrow?
You ask these questions in your head, but you won't get an answer
eating away at your mind, like a terminal cancer.
No one will ever know, so don't even try,
I guess we'll all find out when it's my time to die.
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