GenesAndEnvironment
Autistic loser
- Jan 26, 2021
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I'm actually planning to die fairly soon, but that doesn't mean I can't shoot for the moon.
The moon meaning a good state of mind; and with my past, that's hard to find.
Now gather 'round, young and old. Hear deez rhymes, both grim and bold.
My life was tragic, it lacked that magic.
That magic the others seemed to possess, that which gave them their success.
It shielded them from madness and hate. Think I get it now, though the hour is late.
Love for another, friendship and fun. While I was sitting, it made them run.
Warmth, joy, pleasure and pride. Farther, farther, with eyes so wide.
Awe, surprise, belief and trust. They stop to rest, I start to rust.
Overtaken by the pain, the future looked like one big stain.
Put out of commission, could not stand the attrition.
Lost my heart, lost my mind. Ended up insane and unkind.
Days turn into weeks, a mindset that reeks.
Weeks turn into months, no reason nor rhyme.
Months turn into years, and the whole of it calls for tears.
After all of this, I am in the abyss.
But after I stopped flailing, I hit smooth sailing.
Lifting weights, eating clean. Trying my hardest to never be mean.
Taking walks, sitting less. It's already over, no cause for distress.
Doing chores and meditation, it was all above my station.
Nofap and reading, enough of the needing.
Now, I'm not tryna shove a number in your face.
I'm not gonna tell you that we're in the same maze.
Because I'm me, and you're you.
No matter what they think, it be what it do.
(And we both know; they're mostly wrong, too.)
I might survive another year or two. And when I die, everyone be like: "Who?"
But that doesn't matter, not one single bit.
Peace of mind, yeah, that's the real shit.
When I feel sadness on my face, I stay present and peer through the haze.
Envy, regret, rage and frustration. I know it all as physical sensation.
I can't stand up an eight time, but I really hope you enjoyed this rhyme...
The moon meaning a good state of mind; and with my past, that's hard to find.
Now gather 'round, young and old. Hear deez rhymes, both grim and bold.
My life was tragic, it lacked that magic.
That magic the others seemed to possess, that which gave them their success.
It shielded them from madness and hate. Think I get it now, though the hour is late.
Love for another, friendship and fun. While I was sitting, it made them run.
Warmth, joy, pleasure and pride. Farther, farther, with eyes so wide.
Awe, surprise, belief and trust. They stop to rest, I start to rust.
Overtaken by the pain, the future looked like one big stain.
Put out of commission, could not stand the attrition.
Lost my heart, lost my mind. Ended up insane and unkind.
Days turn into weeks, a mindset that reeks.
Weeks turn into months, no reason nor rhyme.
Months turn into years, and the whole of it calls for tears.
After all of this, I am in the abyss.
But after I stopped flailing, I hit smooth sailing.
Lifting weights, eating clean. Trying my hardest to never be mean.
Taking walks, sitting less. It's already over, no cause for distress.
Doing chores and meditation, it was all above my station.
Nofap and reading, enough of the needing.
Now, I'm not tryna shove a number in your face.
I'm not gonna tell you that we're in the same maze.
Because I'm me, and you're you.
No matter what they think, it be what it do.
(And we both know; they're mostly wrong, too.)
I might survive another year or two. And when I die, everyone be like: "Who?"
But that doesn't matter, not one single bit.
Peace of mind, yeah, that's the real shit.
When I feel sadness on my face, I stay present and peer through the haze.
Envy, regret, rage and frustration. I know it all as physical sensation.
I can't stand up an eight time, but I really hope you enjoyed this rhyme...
