As soon as you let your brain take over, you are fucked

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July 29, 2024

- Today I felt like writing a long ass poem. I don't know why. 

Title: As soon as you let your brain take over, you are fucked. 

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People meandering on your thoughts, scars opens to be burned again, 
The world would be kinder to you, only if you were open they said.  
But how open can I be when it's all hollow inside? 
You will have to search for words to describe me, words you will never find. 
Complex as I may be, Flawed and a chunk of biological meat, 
A common feeling of death rattles deep, beneath the scars you cannot see, 
I'd enjoy life a bit more if the stars were to fall from the sky, 
cause see, I'd enjoy life a bit more if the hollowness could say goodbye,
but I guess it's a price you have to pay, to grow up and lead your way 
the price of getting over 20, the price we all have to pay, 
rhymes of words and hymns of pain,
sharing a deep longing in my human brain, 
the thoughts of feeling ever green and more, 
will likely die again as soon as I grow, 
Grow I did, I love to hide now, 
I will kick you out and let you die now, 
if I am hurt deeply inside, 
I will hate you all and make you cry now. 
I will hate you and make you die now.  

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See- life makes us in a way that we are forced to hurt each other, 
We don't understand ourselves so we try to burn each other, 
The confusion in this stage of what we are evolves from what we could be forever, 
If I were to love you I am sure you wouldn't love me, oh no you'd never. 
Cause we don't want things we have, that's the lust of desires, 
I'd rather be writing a novel than a poem, the lust of desires, 
I'd rather be fucking then I'd be kissing, the lust of desires, 
I'd rather be in delusion then in reality, the lust lasts forever. 

Oh brain, let it be, let me be like all of these flawed pieces of shit, 
I'd rather be blind than look around to realize that all of these people exist,
I'd rather go back, back to the womb and hide like I did before, 
then realize that I can be loved again and betrayed and die with it again and more. 

I'd rather be hopeless and lie with it then try to fly high with it, 
Cause the harder you fall, the higher you bounce, that's what the authors lie you with, 
They don't tell you though, sometimes you fall and just die. 
Sometimes you don't bounce. 
Sometimes you just lie dead and hopeless....

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This is how I cope with suffering. I write somethings so you can suffer too. hahahaha. 
Hope you cry today. 

Goodbye- 



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