The First of Me

I want to return —
to become the better me.

These chains inside my soul
have held me down too long,
but I’m learning how to loosen them.

Something inside me
used to frighten me.

Now I look closer —
there’s a spark,
a start.

Can someone help me become whole?

I know I’m not the only one.
So many walk with silent cracks,
smiling through the ache.

We all feel alone sometimes —
but maybe we’re not.

I want to reach them,
just like I’m trying to reach me.

We are not broken.
We are becoming.

I believe I can heal.
I believe others can too.

We’ve been trapped in thoughts,
in noise, in work,
in fear.

But we are still here.
Still human. Still trying.

You can see it in our faces —
a quiet strength,
a shared hope.

I am not perfect.
Neither are they.

But maybe we don’t need to be.
Maybe healing begins
with simply being
real.

Yes you’ve lost your mind trying every possible way and sometimes the impossible.
Overburdening me with obstacles in every f* corner but I am indestructible.
Unaffected by your vicious plans untouchable leave me is that really so horrible.  
Can’t you see the brightness in my eyes or the music in my heart yes remarkable.
And yet you insist to reflect your shallow soul and I will reflect mine unpredictable.
Neither you nor I wanted this but you chose to choke on your own blood bubble.
Take a fist on your sleepy eyes to wake up and I remember I warned you uncountable.
Blackness takes control now with open red eyes. Can you see the new me no longer humble.
Right and wrong are difficult to know in this word but I will never be inconsolable.
Eat now my destruction fury and hate till you suffocate till you endlessly mumble
Kiss my indecisive a** crack and in pain tumble. Your heart as mine will crumble.
Me is the ultimate solution. Take a closer look to my soul and problems will be simple