T W E N T Y S E V E N

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They say every story has a beginning,

but what if I haven't got one?

What if I feel as though my whole life is just a constant loop of misfortune?

I know what you'll say,

You'll tell me I'm drama, that I'm weak,

Have you ever thought that perhaps my strength has just reached its peak?

I go on each day with a surrounding numbness,

It engulfs my entirely as if it possesses me,

I wish you cared enough to look closer,

But hey, everyone has issues right?

what makes mine so spectacular, worthy of speculation?

Nothing,

But it doesn't hurt to even pretend you understand,

just to secure my sanity, but no,

Everything felt dark, everything feels dark,

I'm not blaming you, I don't think you even know what you've been part of,

I'm insignificant to everyone around me but it was different with you,

But like I said, you're not to blame, I am,

I hurt myself by letting you in,

By pushing my loved ones out,

I forced myself to be happy,

Happiness, such a foreign concept,

I have no structure to anything anymore,

my speech and actions follow no rules anymore,

I'm stuck, forever stuck,

somebody save me, I'm just stuck.


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