[ONGOING]||Quicksand ✔

𝒫𝒾𝑒𝒸𝑒 𝐵𝓎 𝒫𝒾𝑒𝒸𝑒

Piece By Piece

How do I know

when the words

spilling out from my lips

are my own or

the sand pouring

from a deep well

somewhere inside me?

How do I know

that the words of others

that cause me pain

are actually as toxic

as the fumes in the air

or if I am projecting

my own toxicity into them

and their actions

and intentions?

How do I know

when its time to leave

and to go somewhere

far far away from this desert

where I know I am doomed

but I am too scared to leave,

too connected to the feelings

and the lack thereof,

too connected to the memories

and addicted to the hurt?

How do I know

when I'm strong enough

to brave the winds

of freedom and healing

when I can't see

ten feet in front of me,

when I can't see the troubles

heading my way

and when I don't know

if I'll only be dragging myself

down into its depths,

or if I will drag along

those I love deeply?

How do I know?

Yet, deep down I know,

that is only knowledge

for the gods that watch

and laugh as we tear

ourselves apart

piece

by

piece.