Late night damage

June 29, 2018

Is there ever a time when you realize that you’re mind might not be you’re mind

That you might not be what controls it

but you just bunker down and learn to flow with it

because it’s all you know to do

and the minute you start to question begins the cycle of off put depression

which you’ve known has always been there

you just wanted to claim you weren’t aware like you always do

And it takes you until you feel like your choking

like all you’re bones have been broken to maybe say you’re not okay

Cause you’re not okay

But in this world where it’s not okay to be not okay

you learn to put on a brave face and wipe the tears without leaving a trace

yet we all wonder why there’s so many fakes

and say we’re the reason they have to cut the grass so they can keep out the snakes

but we’re not dangerous

Just broken

Too hurt to know how to deal with actual human emotions

And so you choke on them

It’s like your suffocating but can still breath air

like you’re drowning but water doesn’t seem to be anywhere

and like you’re dying but life still goes on whether or not you choose to actually be there

It’s scary to think that I’ve come to the brink of things that can be answered

cause wisdom and degrees can only stretch over so much of my crumbling debris

and I need something more to steady me

So I stay on high alert yet have nothing in return

but to find the reason why I zone out so much

and why I simply can’t seem to give a flying f****

about you or me or all things in between

and you can call it baggage or anything you want but we all come with damage

some just still aren’t willing to talk

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