Yoooooooo (a year later) I NEED motivation. I'm kinda rusty ( so it's not my best) but I managed to write something!
I’m only twenty-one,
And all I can feel is melancholy,
Wrapped around my poor heart,
Attached by strings,
Controlled by my Anxiety,
I’m only twenty-one,
And I’ve felt a cocktail of emotions,
That taste like wine on a date,
Will I enjoy the next sip,
Or is it going to be that type of wine,
Which doesn’t sweeten my heart,
Maybe it’s the after-sip craving,
That creates this rollercoaster,
I felt happiness,
But I also felt sadness, pain, and addiction,
They say that without feeling sorrow,
I wouldn’t be able to crave happiness,
But did I really have to feel my heart,
Break over and over again,
Or my mental state deteriorating,
With constant breakdowns,
As I spend the day with my demons,
Their hands on my neck,
Being forced to take more sips
Of my own words,
Sip after sip after sip after sip,
The taste doesn’t change,
I’m only twenty-one,
But I’ve died more than a hundred times,
Because death isn’t physical,
The soul feeds on emotions,
And sip after sip,
My emotions were washed away,
but my vessel,
Puts me back on a lifeline.
I’m only twenty-one,
I have many years ahead of me,
I’m only twenty-one,
And I’ve felt a cocktail of emotions,
That taste like wine on a date,
Will I enjoy the next sip,
Maybe I will,
Will She give me,
The sweet craving of life,
Or will I drown,
I’m only twenty-one,
And I have no choice,
But to take sip after sip,
Wishing the next will be better.
And all I can feel is melancholy,
Wrapped around my poor heart,
Attached by strings,
Controlled by my Anxiety,
I’m only twenty-one,
And I’ve felt a cocktail of emotions,
That taste like wine on a date,
Will I enjoy the next sip,
Or is it going to be that type of wine,
Which doesn’t sweeten my heart,
Maybe it’s the after-sip craving,
That creates this rollercoaster,
I felt happiness,
But I also felt sadness, pain, and addiction,
They say that without feeling sorrow,
I wouldn’t be able to crave happiness,
But did I really have to feel my heart,
Break over and over again,
Or my mental state deteriorating,
With constant breakdowns,
As I spend the day with my demons,
Their hands on my neck,
Being forced to take more sips
Of my own words,
Sip after sip after sip after sip,
The taste doesn’t change,
I’m only twenty-one,
But I’ve died more than a hundred times,
Because death isn’t physical,
The soul feeds on emotions,
And sip after sip,
My emotions were washed away,
but my vessel,
Puts me back on a lifeline.
I’m only twenty-one,
I have many years ahead of me,
I’m only twenty-one,
And I’ve felt a cocktail of emotions,
That taste like wine on a date,
Will I enjoy the next sip,
Maybe I will,
Will She give me,
The sweet craving of life,
Or will I drown,
I’m only twenty-one,
And I have no choice,
But to take sip after sip,
Wishing the next will be better.
