For Granted
Took my youth for granted
Now I’m stuck in a sandpit of broken dreams and neglected responsibilities
My mind is constantly telling me that I can do better
But no matter what
I just can’t measure up
To the person I wanted to be growing up in this shit hole town
Tethered to the ground by the chains of self doubt
People telling me theres always a way out
It will get better
The pain can’t last forever
But thats just it.
They don’t understand that I’m sick.
I can lay here for days
Mind blank
Staring at my iPhone in a daze
Eyes glazed over
Waiting for that spark to return.
My heart used to burn with a passion for exploration
I could easily give in to my deepest temptations.
Which wasn’t always a bad thing..
But now…
Now I don’t even like to sing.
There were songs I would scream
From the top of my lungs
Hoping, soon the light would shine through.
But the vocals are gone.
My veins do not pulse to the pounding of my old drums
My mind has gone numb…
So this is where I’m left.
In this sinking sand pit
Wondering..
How I took my youth for granted.
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