Get My Shit Together

There’s nothing to write,
For the first time,
I have nothing left to say..
I was dealt a hand and I bet the house,
I watched it all fade away.

There’s something out there for me,
Something that will make me feel okay,
I know it’s not the things,
I keep running to these days.

I’m scared to be so honest,
I’m scared that you can tell,
I know you see me struggling,
From your own much different hell.

I want you to be proud of me,
Because I’m so proud of you,
And it feels like fucking ecstasy,
To think of the things that we can do
If,

I get my shit together,
And things actually turn great,
It feels like it’s been forever,
Since I’ve felt optimism,
In the place of self-hate.

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About brettspadaro

Attempting to complete a business degree in southern California. Dream big, act rationally. Go for what you believe in.

One response to “Get My Shit Together”

  1. sharenraphael says :

    I hope and wish all best to you… Hoping that optimism knocks at your door and grants you happiness. 🙂

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