Head buried in a darken world,
Murmurs of 'Survival of the Fittest'
I laugh as I can not see an alive Charles Darwin in my eyes
He called it a fight but yet he could not survive.
It dawns at me that I am not a worthy candidate either.
But it's not immortal life I am seeking.
A vision of the spiritual, an undeserving whisper of pure torment
Peer pressure and intra personal expectations
No escape and an useless rescue fantasy.
Variations of an undeserving complimentary glory
For deep down, we know our worth,
Unhelpful degradation to an unsatisfactory foolishness
Disgrace to self and adjoining drowning family.
Love can be meager in ways,
There is pain in love, pain in pleasure
For above everything... is Pain.
And that's what can fulfill a dying girl's heart.
Pain.
A pain for unacknowledging perfectionism,
Cue to leave an emotional empty brain.
Wishes to be a prodigy, an exceptional
But will we ever be enough?
Consequences arise on every occasion,
A silver lining of pain embroidered in its seams
Unhappy participation of a glorious failure
Rolling on off a mossy cliff,
The end of the end still not near
Negatives of each sentence, countable
But can pessimism of an heart be counted?
Day to day a whisper, a cry for help.
Soundproof walls.
Frozen ears.
Never to be heard.
Drowning flames.
Unjustified solidarity.
Painful icy conditions and thorny bushes,
Now make the entirety of a long lost home.
An entity of desolation.
-Robyn x
Date: 1st March 2020