Silent Mind

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟

I don't want to find something bigger.
I don't want to reach out and aim higher.
What I want is to look deep within myself.
And find what sets my soul on fire.
But before I drag my heart through shattered glass
And bleed on people that aren't torn apart.
I need to destroy the weapon my head created.
If I hope to ever find a fresh start.
But when the pain continues
And eventually it recedes.
You accustom yourself to a dull ache
Letting it become the release you need.
So maybe you're not scared of repairing the damage.
Or having to unlearn everything you thought was normal.
Maybe that's not even the worst part.
Its having to find out who you really are without it.