Less than what's seen by others is a contradiction within self that defeats morall... Having to fight to believe worth is more than a feeling to live in the now... Never good enough weighs on the mind causing emptiness in the heart... Unable to convince the mind the ache is necessary so life can scrape off the char... Yet what's left is a depth so deep depression hides behind humor trying to fool the one on the mirror... Breaking in places cracks separate use of positive vibes reaching across the distance due to fear... Mentally drifting on thoughts of self isn't much but it's all one has... So the best of the war has battles won n lost struggling to evade a feeling of being so fuckin sad... Swimming in solitude's lonely puddles where fear dwells with its ball n chain... Held beneath the surface so no one can hear the sound of pain... In the feet go as the further down the toes sink by tugs needing more from below... Stripping the realization apart to expose there is no hope... Hidden behind the walls others run into when intent needs a door... There's a simmer of a flame damn near sizzling into smoke somewhere in the core... With jus enough light to shake off the restriction of over coming the end... Confidence barely clings to days wraping silent nights into mornings desperately begging to be self's best friend...
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