I am 22 and just figuring out that I am at the start of the end. I am trying to figure out my purpose in life. I had my daughter Paige who is now 5 when I was barely 17 and until recently didn't think of anything in the category of 'purpose' besides her. I am going to school for surgical technology for two reasons.1) Primarily because anatomy and physiology fascinate me and 2) Because its what society says your supposed to do and since I have no acceptable role models I am trying to piece together the remnants of morality and reason from our wicked, havoc-ridden, excuse for an American dream. Jaded yes, cynical perhaps, lost more than anything. I use my poetry as a positive tool to get somewhere in my sea of thoughts. Thanks for reading.
I used to know a girl named Samantha
She was a good friend of mine
She made it seem as if I wasn't alone
She gave my thoughts reason and rhyme
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My mind contemplates suicide
Ignoring the urge to die
I continue to live my lonely life
Everyone seeing my face
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Torrents of sleeplessness rip through my veins
Quests of purpose across grey matter
Why? When? Who? infect my brain
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Well ****; chalk it up to a case of star struck
Not seeing with sight, not quite enough fight to make eyes right.
What was hoped for hopefully abandoned by the savage that is ME...
Apparently.
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