How many times can I be scared before it has no power?
(If I submit to death, there is no room left for me here, and there is no room left for me there but if life is about only memories to take then I'm already bad.)
Is it really love when I can't talk to them for long?
I want to be human
And they'll look at me knowing I'm sick
Giving me what isn't theirs
Telling me to relax in the cage of time because that's all they know
That's all they know
And I can't begrudge them for it
So I tuck myself in
In this perception
A lesser form of myself
But still myself
It's never a lie just a lack of truth
And I go crazy
And I go sick
And I want to love
Because doesn't that shit make you better
At least even in its toxicity I have something to prove
I have nothing to prove
If everything is in time.
Because I'll get there.
There's a hopelessness in this
Free to be free
And they'll look at me knowing I'm sick
That I can't accept it.
maybe I'm just a narcissist. I can't let go without the embellishment of self-deprecation, there's something so unserious about living when everything is an obligation, without it where would you float to? today, hating or being hated upon is a form of entertainment, and I can't take that seriously if it's so accessible. if it doesn't eat people up inside like it does to me. if I don't belong, what's so serious about that when existence comes easy? I'm resentful. and even in death, there is no grip, it's more of a moment than life. You're infallible in existence and it hurts and I can't accept it. because if I accept it why would I ever need any of you? I want to be a part of something, I need to socialize myself like I am my own pet. I don't want to go back, living the past, but how am I to prove to myself that I was ever there when I can't even be here? I look too much ahead and I see nothing because I've already decided that someone else will do it for me.
time.
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PoesiaTW' trauma dumping read this in an accent, thank you. Yes, all thoughts are authentic but never original. This kills me, so I search. It would kill me less if all authenticity didn't claim healing is a forgetting through the passage of time. That t...