Giving Up

I’m tired of feeling broken
Of feeling like I’ve failed,
My mind works tirelessly
Spinning a web of ideas
Meant to help, but they don’t.
Their all decades ahead of Possibility
So far away they’ll be long forgotten
When science catches up
What good is help no one can use?

The weight of my failures crushes my spine
Steals my confidence like a brazen thief
Walking up and ripping off your bag
And gloating as he disappears into the night,
Waking up in the morning is like
Ringing Death’s doorbell and trying,
To run away… just barely escaping

I’m starting to think
It’s time to give up.

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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