Its not like it was meant to be this way,
Ill words soiling an ill mouth.
Caught in an endless circle
Of ever self-induced hurdles.
When one doesn't know if
The heart and gut have permanently
Switched places.
Its not like I want to be here,
But It takes courage that I fear
to spread my wings,
and let myself be whole.
I know I'll do it.
No one else can or will.
But its not easy.
Tired of repeated words
And worn out apologies,
And self-accusations that
Don't make sense.
Tired of coaxing out a soul
That hides in filth.
















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