Monday, February 22, 2021

Past Me

 It's crazy waiting for these feelings to pass

Thinking that today would be better than the last

When the lows are all I have

And the good has only turned to bad.


And as I look inside my mind

Will these pills help me control my time

Will I finally feel the depression slip away

Or is the trauma only here to stay.


Regardless of how bad I've strayed

The voices inside my head live out my own day

And when I feel as if there is no other way

As if this bed is where I too shall lay

I rely on the hope of letting go of the pain

Simply praying that I will be okay.


Shall I sit in my shower at 2 AM

Or simply cry in my bed

Will everything soon come to an end?

Or will I be dealing with this for 5 to 10.


Sadness had made a home inside my head

Where in middle school I had hoped for dead

And no matter the feelings of me finally making amends

There is no other way to describe the tragedy around the bend.


If there was another turn

Will there be the hope that I yearn

Or will it be just another year: another picture to burn

A reminder of all that I still have to learn

Simply hoping that my family's approval I will finally earn.


No matter the consequence or the cost.

I will always remember that of which I have lost.

All that has been taken from me.

When it is only the doubt that I see.

Wishing I could get back of what was my dignity.


Missing the amount of trust that was consumed

And feeling as if the darkness is stuck in my room

Knowing that bottling things up only makes a big boom

When you tell them you're okay and they can only assume.


And as I lay in only the depths of the shadows

Wishing for the blooms of the apples

Hoping that spring will soon be near

As the winter brings the cold and the ice here

Even though it is simply an analogy of life

As the only blade as sharp as a knife

Is the fear of falling behind.


And being forced to face the memories

The flashbacks of trying to appease

Trying to hang on to the good as it flees

And as the happiness ceases to be

I get a glimpse of the old me.






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