Woe Is Me Poetry (Prod. Syndrome)

What are you left with when your world crashes?

What's your honest reply when you girl asks if

 

You love her or not

Do you struggle with thought

 

Or is at an automatic yes

 

I've been living love-less

Just sex for a minute now

So far from obsessed

But at least I'm not in denial

 

But I want more

I want what we had

Prayed so much for it need kneepads

Shoutsout to 3 Stacks

 

Hardly have 1 stack to my name

Haven't made it far I'm quite ashamed

Hoping this is the year all of that changes

Cuz I can't keep on delaying doing the same shit

 

But enough about barely not bare bank accounts

And meaningless sex

I've got an ex that I've been meaning to text

 

Problem is she has a BF

Plus I lost her phone number

Maybe I should hit her up on twitter DM

Or continue to let my soul suffer

 

Cuz I love her like before she left

Haven't learned to ignore it yet

 

That feeling when something makes me recollect

She's still first, there's no need to second guess

 

Take a second then it hits you

Hard as a monsoon

The realization that she loves someone

And it is not you

 

So you're left with no choice but move on

But it feels like you've focused for too long

Brain's broken, she's the muse of every new song

Won't accept the fact she'll never come back, she's truly gone

 

Memories that are incomplete

Oh this here is so bittersweet

Another year removed from me

But I need to stop the misery

 

The pity party isn't poppin' anymore

Can't really say that it ever was

Another dose of woe is me poetry

I need to find some better drugs

 

I need to find some better ways

To process loss, like a 2015 sixers fan

Can't spend my days tryna remember a phase

Gotta see this as part of a bigger plan

 

Honestly I just worry that I'll never be in demand

I've got more issues than a magazine collector

Sometimes it feels like I'm struggling in quicksand

Can't go forward, so I'll go back, I guess we have to be together

 

I know it's all an illusion

But enough losing can make you believe that's what you are

I feel so far from proven

Just a human while my peers racing past as fast as NASCAR

 

Or so it seems

We don't speak

So IDK

 

But it's gotta be night and day

It's gotta be gold and disqualified

They getting degrees with ease

Meanwhile I'm a dropout and I wanna die

 

At least on occasion

They call it ideation

Combine that with thoughts racin'

My mind can never get a vacation

 

But I'm unemployed

So enjoy that in any way you can

Nap away the day

It's okay, wake up at 2 and eat some raisin bran

 

Oops I've relapsed into the woe is me

Hard to kick the habit, will eventually

Sometime ahh soon, I swear within the century

Still getting around to finding out what I was meant to be