Poetry

I wish I killed myself last night,
Done something to make things right.
Because now they're not,
I wish my body could just rot.

Oh, why are you an ocean, life?
Just to laugh at my own internal strife?
We know what causes every ocean's tide,
But I can't figure out, what causes mine.

You hurt me once upon a time,
But lets be real, I hurt you too.
The scars we proudly wear just shine.
Is it a dream to start anew?

Aukštai danguje,
Kur pušų tik viršūnės,
Mano galvoje,
Siaučia mintys, ne klajūnės.

A friend just told me a joke.
I smiled as if I'm mentally broke.
Didn't comprehend what he said.
Replied not to seem inbred.