They Say That We Drowned… Broken Thoughts…

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chewingonglass

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January 16, 2024

Starting over seems like the only way
Back to zero with the same old things
Running out of ink… Running away…
Not sure what it is I wanted from me
Its not like I don’t know what I’m capable of
Feeling sorry for myself isn’t a disease
A thought impression maybe but
I’m still dying to be someone else
Starting over seemed like the only way
Didn’t calculate I’d still be me
Running out of space… Running away…
Never sure what it is I expect of me
It’s not like I don’t know what I’m capable of
This far into my own story… Want to run away…
A feeling I can’t seem to shake as the days go on
Starting over seems like the only way

The deeper you go the more things start to hurt…

Some days seem easier
Today is not one of those days
Sacrificing the mind for a moment of reflection
Blank stare… staring back at me
Casting a shadow yet so hollow
Listening to the words and not what they say
Excuses for my discomfort
Reasons for my lack empathy
Fading in and out all over again
I know what I mean not what I’m saying
My actions mask my decisions I don’t understand
Wandering through this deserted landscape
Hollow and alone yet so full of life
It makes no sense but how could it be true
Life grows as much in the dark as it does in the sun
Knowing where to look is only the half of it

Already spent the money on an imaginary existence…

This place is really going to shit
The longer this goes on it seems to be the only way
Pulling on the strings only makes it fall apart
Can’t fix shit before it’s broken
Hard enough to maintain a sense of existence
Watching it go is supposed to be the hardest part
Knowing doesn’t make it any easier
No time table on the destruction of loneliness
Every day can be a game of Russian roulette
Never knowing was supposed to be the gift
Grown up to expect it will all go to shit