When everything changes... N nothing is the same... Getting used to something new isn't as fun... Lost behind closed doors listening to the silence hushed... Somehow jus wanting the norm to touch the heart... So the mind can stop bringing up old scars... As yesterday one felt so much more alive... Tendencies await a sign of passion to see if self can come back to life... Aching for some sort of break to snap outta the drifting feel... Giving a sigh a chance to be something real... In the dark boundaries are made n feared to cross... In moments there's a comfort in what some call lost... Broken n even ruined by a redirection of hope... Not knowing where to turn other than inward that creates a solo act state of mind... Forgetting how it feels to live for the smile to shine... When life itself switches course... The sense of the loss of what was sit on the doorstep of depression enforced... Sitting in a lonely room with walls bared... Constantly taring self apart as the belief is no one fuckin cares... As the music is the only comfort that can reach depths dug so far down hands cannot be lent... N the land is a bounce that hurts the face that isn't allowed to vent... N jus sucking it up is essential to keeping everyone else away... Afraid of what could transfer from one to the next... To heal is to climb from the sorrows of a collapsed past needing desperately to stand erect... To overcome the twist that snapped the mind free from restraints holding self back... Driven by an emotional dismemberment that holds limits at the end dangling as if scraps... A feeling of uselessness takes control of what one believes in the mirror as lies... Having to face this world without the one thing that forced the cutting of ties...
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