Holy inactive. Anyways its a habit of mine to go inactive and post a banger poem so heres a banger poem. ---------------------- Golden Dirt ---------------------- You say that you're listening But your ears are missing Your eyes remain sealed shut While my heart, it breaks up I've built up your buildings And painted their gildings I've carved out your sculptures While left to the vultures I've made your desires And burnt in your fires But all I've been given Is a world thats been driven Words that are broken Hissingly spoken Tainted with care Yet said with a glare How could I ever feel hurt When I can fill the wound with golden dirt Even with silk and cloth Ill choose to hide like a silver moth Blankets and pillows and bedding galore Yet none can stop my emotional pour I try to explain But all you see is a messed-up game They refuse to see through my fortunate life And they’d rather ignore my personal strife Unallowed to feel any pain When unfathomable riches could shove it down the drain I try to confide in your kindness and grace But all it was, was a lie to my face Ive given you gifts, as many as I could In an effort to seem just a little good Ive shared my bounties, my riches and joy But you take those from me like a sibling does a toy You say you’re my friend And I’ll give in to you, I’ll bend and bend Until I've snapped with a heaving cry You’ll just dab my tears away with the clothing you buy Ill ask you to listen While left to my prison And as I stare through those bars All I see are your stolen stars “Give me a sign” Ill ask with a withering shine “That someone is listening, Who’s ears are not missing, Who ignores all my riches And wont leave me in ditches. Give me a sign, That someone is there to not take what is mine, Someone to hold me And listen and see That my luxury is not a crime And that I am also allowed to hurt for a time. Someone who will see my hurt, And know its cure is not golden dirt.” -Simon ---------------------------------- I was born into a fortunate family. Upper middle class and I'm constantly made to feel like I'm not allowed to have my own issues because my parents are richer than most. My depression wasnt taken seriously for a time because people would ignore me in favor of believing that all my problems were solved because I could pay for help. You can be jealous yes, but we all struggle, dont forget that.
