And it feels
.//.
I feel it
scratching
on the inside
-
I don’t really care
but then again,
all I do is care
-
I do have feelings
all the bad ones
I don’t wanna greet
-
all they do, these feelings of mine,
aching, scratching
bothering me
on
the
inside
hurting me
hurting me
hurting me
in this sea
I cannot swim
the waves are too treacherous
pulling me down
pulling me under
burying me deep
-
I don’t really care
except I do
it’s complicated
and it feels
the emptiness is vast
you know, I’m only human
I cannot help it
all I do is feeling
“left behind”
and it stinks
it really does
“I mean f*ck you”
because in the end
why should I care
I don’t even like you
I never did
but the human heart
is a complex thing
we cannot switch it off
not at will, not at all
we are prisoners to our feelings
we are prisoners to our hearts
and it feels, it always feels
it buries you, until
you let it go
crazy
wild
you let it roam all freely
consuming you
eating you alive
but you see, a storm dies
and you will rise
anew
you will get over it
and once again,
hardening your heart
not letting people in
people are fickle
they will hurt you
maybe you are better off alone
and it feels, it feels kind of sad
honestly, but maybe it’s for the best
-
I don’t know
if I can do this dance anymore
I truly don’t know
it’s not a dance on roses
to sound cliche
it’s coal under my feet
hot
burning
coal
and I’m so tired
of feeling so much all the time
so I’m gonna stop now
no more dancing
no more trying
no more coal
-
and it feels, it feels
it always feels, but this time
maybe it’s going to be alright
.
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