Just one of those
Chatting with the police who are there to make sure I don’t hurt myself days
There’s nothing quite like losing it all
To make you feel like the world is torturing you for having not been grateful enough
Again
And maybe I should have been more grateful not to have human friends
Because at least I had a home
You never realise you had it till it’s being taken from you, they say
But I knew all along and just lay in fear of this day coming
And I do want to die
But not in the sense that I want me to be over
I want this life that has wrung all it can from me only to come back harder to end
And I cry because I don’t want to die
Because I have fought so damn hard to be here
And who cares if it’s another miracle no one cares about?
That no one appreciates me
That I have no value
I kept going
Well I didn’t
You snort then
Fuck you
Didn’t come to get me did you?
So I’m still here
I wouldn’t be here if any previous some two dozen attempts had taken
Hell you snort but
It’s ink that kept my skin intact
A silent promise to you
Another cosmic timing
You knew I’d be put to the test didn’t you?
Wearing the God of You on my skin
They don’t know it but I do
Momento Mori
And if I ever don’t momento my moriness
In those moments that Death means Escape
Not The End
He lights my shoulders
Touches my hair
My beautiful Sun
Yeah I probably did need some vitamin you
It’s terrifying
Walking into a place where my memories are only my enemy
Who am I, but the slightly more years’ wizened child who walked out of that place?
Sol I want to walk in you, with you, for so many more years
When I cry that I want everyone to disappear
I think I just mean I want the pain to disappear
We all know he’d erase everything if given the chance
He’s the voice that wants out
I wish I could touch those moments we’re each alone
It’s almost better if the greys show up
We’re so volatile right now
I am my worst enemy
I don’t know how to escape that
Life throwing this and that at me
How do I protect myself from myself when life batters me?
This whole thing
A textbook in just continuing on but,
I feel like I’m lost in the pages of my life
What if there is no hope?
What if hope is stupid and I’m stupid for having it?
I just can never shake the feeling that someone is watching this and laughing
How do I be okay with it?
How do I believe that the sunset is a promise of tomorrow?
Where do I go to find even what I hope for?
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