Try until you... bleed?
Let my gravestone say “I tried.” Because that’s earnestly all I can say that I did. Exhausting existence Why does it all have to mean a thing? Why do our brains fabricate illusions of grandeur? Purpose, meaning, hopes, and dreams? This world has become to tough on a dreamer. Creating callused hides of human beings Whose fantasies run wild but realities dig deep like clawed talons. Nothing is fair anymore. Everything is a conflict. Ulterior motives galore. But at least I can say I tried. I tried to make the world a little better. I tried to give out a helping hand. I tried becoming my best self. It’s easier being trash, though. It’s easier to give up. To never expect that encouraging word That could light the dwindling spark of your soul. I tried, dear reader. I tried.















