Slowly Drifting
I am slowly drifting into oblivion
Wondering when my mask will crack
I hear the undertow of waves colliding with jagged rocks
Seeing the caution tape outlining the door, warning me of danger
Forever wanting to get better and be happy
I am slowly drifting into oblivion
I pretend to be okay while hiding within the shadows
Feeling the presence of the voices in my head
I touch the moon with my dreams and what I aspire to be
Always worrying that I will never be accepted
I cry because it's the only thing I'm good at
I am slowly drifting into oblivion
I understand that I don't have forever
Always saying "I'll never make it"
I dream that one day I'll be okay
Trying to love and accept myself
I hope to do everything I'm capable of
I am a Phoenix rising from the ashes of the forgotten,
Refusing to let go and submit to my fears.
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