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I'm Not Surprised

  • Writer: Breanna Schmanski
    Breanna Schmanski
  • Feb 20, 2016
  • 1 min read

I’m not surprised

I knew it was coming

I knew it would hurt and I would cry

But I’m not surprised

I’m trying to look for the good

Take this as an opportunity

Out with the bad, In with the good

I’m standing here alone

I used to have a place with friends

A place that fostered creativity

And it died and I’m not surprised

When it died, I died

Not fully, not completely

I check my pulse and it beats

I check my lungs and they breathe

But the pulse is empty and the air is toxic

When it died, I died

and I’m not surprised

We liked to tempt fate

Hang over the edge just enough that if you lost balance you would fall off

Daring a small breeze or a loose pebble

Biding our time until that “big thrill”

Big risk, Big reward we lived in a way that didn’t see tomorrow

We tempted fate and we lost

And I’m not surprised

I said I cried

Do you care to know?

Apparently my eyes are still apart of the living

It was only a few tears I keep myself in check

And those few tears held the friendships I guess today is the day we were waiting for

The bomb that killed the company

And I stand here in the midst of it all

And I’m not surprised

 
 
 

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