Missing You

Open your eyes, and see:
Nothing's the same
Living is exhausting
And I just can't take
This shit anymore
What the hell am I fighting for?

Bury me, reach all your goals
But here it stops, here it ends
I'm not a fucking' hospital for souls
So don't even try to make amends

So sad but I'm still sinking
And don't know what to do
I am still fucking missing, missing you
Haunted by wrong decisions
You should have think this through
I am still fucking missing, missing you

Look at me now: I'm fucked
And nothing's the same
A piece of my heart is missing
And I just can't take
This pain anymore
What the hell am I fighting for?

Bury me, reach all your goals
But here it stops, here it ends
I'm not a fucking' hospital for souls
So don't even try to make amends

So sad but I'm still sinking
And don't know what to do
I am still fucking missing, missing you
Haunted by wrong decisions
You should have think this through
I am still fucking missing, missing you

by Balint Nagy

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Comments (9)

In the star lit realms of space I was made to have a place. Damn! Now that's good writing!
Should the ocean flood the world. A good piece of poetry embellished in rhetoric questions. Well done! Sylva.
A beautiful poem that enriches the spirit.
A huge write - -I am going to read more by this lady
Wonderful poetry with a great flow and rhyming. In His creation even a grain of sand has some importance. And He has a purpose in creating it. Nice poetry.
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