Survivor’s guilt for everything.
Every gain is someone else’s fall I don’t ignore it but
What am I to do?
I’m not trying to beat out or force down or take advantage of
But every day it’s like this…
How was I ever going to come up with solutions for this
Kept thinking I had ideas
Not answers
I knew immediately that I couldn’t pick sides if I wanted to encapsulate
But then I lost me in the generalisation of the existence
I am not an exemplary embodiment of anything.
Except misery I can’t escape.
There’s no one else here
It’s been months since I felt like I connected
I feel so alone
And I’m broken in so many ways I don’t know why I’m still fighting
Just cuts and bruises I’m still here
Every day I’m still here.
I don’t know what for I can barely breathe through the pain
I’m all alone here.
I said I had enough of all alone in the second month of the year it
Never changed anything.
I don’t know why I’m here.
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