Incoming fog

Incoming fog

Did i really not know about the incoming fog?

Or this is i what i wanted to believe?

When you are used to seeing the light,

you don't want to see the dark,

when you have seen life

you don't want to see death,

even though you know it's coming.

You sit there waiting for death to come

without trying to resist,

it's almost if you want it to come

it's almost if you want it to come

it's almost like you want to get hurt

so that you can have an excuse to cry

for everything you wanted life to bring you

and you never got,

you want death to come and punish life

for not being good to you,

except from maybe the times you were sleeping,

when you were awake,

life was falling asleep,

too tired from trying to please everyone else all day,

everyone else,

but you

by Maria Papadopoulou