My words

The amount of words spoken everyday can become repetitive.

“I want to be stronger.”

They don’t sink in anymore because we've overused them.

“Why doesn't anyone love me?”

No longer can we start a revolution, or inspire a world.

“We can do it! Keep on fighting!”

Instead we wind up sounding cliche.

“I want to die”

No longer are we the poets who make people cry.

“Life is shit”

Or laugh.

“Knock knock”

Instead we leave a blank feeling, because we've heard it before.

“It hurts”

So we are left with this emptiness.

“I’m afraid”

But that can’t be true.

“Goodbye”

Because it’s too cliche.