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Would’ve Been Better


Would’ve been better

If you hung a milestone

around my neck

And let me drown to the depths

Of the sea

 

You dragged me through hell and back

I’m all out of whack

But somehow still functioning

 

Maybe if I told you

How it really was

You would understand me

And all the pain you caused

 

I am messed up for life

And I often wonder why

It’s me who had to suffer

It’s me who had to cry

 

I had to feel

All the pain

But now I’m down to nothing

And I have everything to gain

There always comes a rainbow

After a night of heavy rain

 

It lasted for years 

I have shed so many tears 

But the dawn is rising

And it’s time to face my fears

 

I need to get out of the past 

And start planning out my future

I know that I can do it 

Since I’m tired of the dark here

 

At the depths of the sea

Lies my misery

And I’m swimming to the top

After everything I’ve been through

I won’t stop until I drop

 

Going faster

Getting lighter 

Fighting for some air 

 

I swim up to the surface

I take a breath up here

My head is above water

I have nothing left to fear

 

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lizziegielen

I write in my free time whenever I feel strongly about a topic or need to get something off of my chest. Poetry has been a very therapeutic outlet for me through the years. I enjoy sharing my poems in hopes that they connect with someone, and I enjoy reading poems by other poets, too!

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