Oh to master the art of Detachment

To be able to freely let go of the things
that don't serve me

To finally value myself above all else

Instead of letting people pick me apart until I am merely nothing more than a hollow shell with nothing more
to give.

I’m on a path and it’s dark
And I know it’s just leading me to nowhere
I’m barefoot and naked.
My feet are aching and ******
The cold air is sending shivers down my spine.
I’m lost while being nothing more than a naked piece of flesh staring into the dark
Still hoping that I see just a spec of light
To guide me from nowhere to anywhere.
My soul is fighting to leave my body.
I can’t walk.
I can’t breathe.
I’m alone and the darkness is swallowing me whole.
And I have no other choice but to let it.

Mama's little soldier has lost
his will to live
He's skipping over mountains
while breaking all his limbs

They told him to be careful there's
a storm heading his way
But when he wanted to go back home
they forced him to go his own way

And he hasn't seen the sun
but his hope is still hanging on

That he'll make it past 28 and sing his love a song.

Make believe.
It's a reality created by imagination.

When we want to hide because we feel lost
yet when we don't feel the need to be found.

We enter make believe.
We imagine a place where we're surrounded by no worries at all.
Or where our worries begin to seem insufficient
with our desperate attempts to escape our non imaginative tuition.

Therefore it's all make believe.

There's terrors in this
dark room we call home,
but when we turn on the lights
we're just two people looking
through
fun house mirrors.

I feel like i have ran out of control.
I feel like i'm in the backseat of a car
that's dragging me to hell.

I  am blindfolded while feeling the warmth
of hell fire.
I am blinded from the true form of evil.
Blinded from the actual concept of hell.
I've lost all self control.
But found a home in the process.

We all need to learn
how to love on our own,
but *******
you made me hate being alone.