What the fuck am I even
trying to break through?
I keep wanting and
wishing
hoping to “open up”
but what does that even
mean?
What am I closed off
to?
What am I hiding?
What do I care?
Like what is the
definition of unaffected?
Does it mean unable?
Does it mean hard
despite being squishy.
Despite having sunk my
own hands into my skin and yanking out my guts letting that shit
spill up and over.
What does it mean to
keep distant?
Does despondency truly
exist
when I am and always
have been
right here waiting?
I know of nothing else
but myself so why is it so hard to be myself?
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