This is crazy.
It sure seems hazy.
Why do I keep doing this?
Searching for elusive bliss.
I find myself ever chasing.
From one to the other, racing.
I know what will happen after.
And it sure ain't no laughter.
I can't stand how it makes one feel.
It takes a long time for me to heal.
But for some reason I still do it.
I know, stupid, I must admit.
I keep thinking this is the one.
After all this time, I've finally won.
So how come it never is?
And I just sit here with my frizz.
Why am I the one who always gets hurt?
And want to bury myself within the dirt?
Don't I deserve better?
What, no time for a letter?
Sometimes I think I might be messed up.
But then again who isn't?
Insanity is such a poetic thing...
It just rules our world...
Great poem ^.^
I like the last stanza the best. Like seriously, who isn't messed up these days? Great poem bud
I can relate to this poem great work!! ^^