Sitting with children, my life is good.
I’d appreciate it more if I could.
But the world outside seems so unfair.
I just wanna be the one that’s always there.
I bear my fair share of despair and grief.
But the fucken pandemic is straight up a thief.
Of my joy, but oh boy, can I persevere!
How the hell you think that I’m still standing here?
My dear, dry your tear, there is nothing to fear.
Sincerely, this is merely just one more bad year,
But overall I know that my life is blessed,
I’m just stressed, and depressed and I’m not quite impressed
With the rest of my life, I don’t know what to do,
Its hard to not feel what your heart wants you to.
When your brothers in pieces, your mothers half dead,
Your fathers long gone and you’re messed in the head.
Loving yourself is an act of pure kindness.
Looking outward for love you will find less.
You must make yourself come first.
You must quench your inner thirst.
Written:
November 29, 2020, 1:22 AM
Edited:
May 5, 2021, 10:13 AM
