it hurts but it won't forever

it hurts but it won't forever

it hurts but it won't forever

Jesus Christ, I'm tired.

Living.
Giving.
Crying.
Dying.
Grieving.
Leaving.
Taking.
Break­ing.

Keep going.

It'll stop hurting soon.

Detached;
My strings have detached
Like the vowels and constants I speak detached.
I watch the world
Through eyes not of mine
And live in a body
Living a life that doesn’t feel mine.
My chest feels empty
And my tone sounds vacant.
I am floating
Further from conscious
With no one to ground me
Everything seems not to be mine
To feel to touch
No matter how much I try.
For it merely feels like mist
Through which I pass my hand through.

I wake up with a heavy heart
Ragged breathing and hidden scars

Inhale, exhale, repeat
I chant to the silent beat

I looked around from left to right
And realized I want to fight

Fight for you, and fight for me
And all the things that we could be