Love Love Love...What Is It Good For? Absolutely Nothing. (from May 15, 2022)

In a corner like a discarded pile of dirty clothes

Buried underneath the weight of what everyone thinks

I should be, I should do, I should say

Never enough but always too much

Too loud, too silent

What am I if not a mixture of couldn't, shouldn't, wouldn't

Nobody knows but I know it's not just me like this

But honestly that rationale hurts more than it helps

Because no one should ever feel this lost or alone

Rain, rain, rain, go away

Then they expect me to stay despite it all

Nothing makes sense to me anymore.

And the pain grows deeper each day because I am trying to be more

Than my rainy days

But maybe that's all I am

Nothing ever feels right

I can never get it right

Always on the outside looking in through a barrier that others have easily shattered, a barrier that think I should smash to become more than a passerby in a scene

But as simple as it sounds

It simply isn't that easy

If it was, why the fuck would I be here like this?

Never good enough but I am always trying or else I wouldn't be here writing this

The would just be blood on the floor

Because that's extremely easy for me.