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in fear
we’re lost
in god
we trust
it’s ok when no one likes me cause at least I like me and that’s enough today
it’s hard to talk sometimes.
just understand.
please.
i am in a pool i’m sitting/standing or at least trying
the more I think the more I feel the more I hear
i remember but i can’t see i remember again
but it’s too dark i can barely hear myself think it’s so dark
and now i am scared i don’t know why but i know i should be
and i hear my name i’ve forgotten what it is but i know it’s mine
and i hear her say you’re drowning love you’re drowning
You gotta trust that the world will still be there. You know when you close you’re eyes. You just know that it’s still gonna be there when you open your eyes again
Love: As a human, I am aware of my freedom, my limits, abilities,and morality. Now this all puts me in a great position to accomplish anything and everything I deem fit for me and my soul. I could leave, run away, hide. The only thing that I can think to stop me is that gnawing. The one I feel in my gut all the way up my chest. It sort of starts to jump up and down like it’s trying to weigh my body down, keeping me attached. I don’t even feel guilty because I’ve dealt with my guilt and I know what’s good for me and my soul. But that gnawing, oh that gnawing, it could make a man lose his damn mind.
a quiet resistance is the only war left to her
care is a gift not all possess once within reach I beg of you, please protect ones care and for the love of god do not over stretch it will hurt of course but to whom you give must know your worth if not understood withhold your care if taken for granted one may lose it and if not kept safe one may lose it
she’s been forced to play a part in a play she didn’t write wretchedness isn’t a nice place to stay you aren’t just left with crumbs but in crumbs too she strives for dignity while freeing herself to dwell in her hypocrisy there’s a throbbing in her head in her chest she’s heard them speak of this a pain almost taking her body in its entirety jealousy and hate stand so closely And I hate the way she walks like the world fucking owes her how precious the actress she is pretending is a constant
It all sort of starts to fade away for me and I kinda remember the good parts but not enough to recreate them. Sort of like a song you have stuck in your head that you don’t know the words to. So all you can do is hum the melody and hope that is enough to keep you going until you find the words to sing along.
The hole that used to rest inside me has stopped expanding and now it just holds still waiting for me to make the next move. It’s just all so disappointing. It’s my fault anyway, I expected way too much from this life shit.