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As I lay in bed.
Head on my pillow
Eyes our closed.
I lay here and think is this really
What I want to do with my life?
Is there anything else I want to be?
Is this the real me?
Can't I be better?
I hurt everyone I love.
Everyone I love either dies or walks out.
I grew up with out a father and I barley had a mother.
Times like these are the hardest times.
Please help me.
I am dying inside.
I envy my dog
Because it seems that she's the
Only one in here
Who isn't affected by
Current politics
When you're dad works in the Coast Guard, your mom's in PBS, your godmother works on grant funds from the EPA, half of your friends are either LGBTQ, muslim, or POC, and you're doing a major project revolving around environmentalism, it seems that the only one who doesn't feel threatened is the family dog.
TRUTH, it's what we think we know,
and convincingly act as though we do,
but when we're wrong, and leave no room for another light,
we end up smothered in the darkness of mistaken beliefs
where there's no window to allow for the light outside,
and from there eventually there will only be darkness inside,
We can't act independently from the light of openness with which we are one with,
Closing windows to truth wont change their weight
So,  we may be right, or we may be wrong, but when there is no door open to hear information,
digested lies will bring bad company,
and this company will have darkness keeping darkness in place with
no apparent way out
SO, be the light of openness, even when all apparent truths are known, and be forever growing in what you know and the light will be in you, of you, through you, and eternally always you.  That is what I believe is the real truth, but of course I'm open to yours..........
In this story
I want to tell you
I'm sick
there's something wrong
I just feel it
my insides hurt with phantom pains
my heart aches like it no longer fits
inside my chest
my body has abandoned its home
these limbs are not mine
they're not under my command
if only you could see
on the inside
the circuit from the heart to the brain is detached
somewhere I can't tell
there's a broken link that must be found and connected
In this story
I am the worst version of myself
Unrecognisably unhappy
Some people wear a wolf's smile
Grinning while stalking you all the while
Some watch the world with cats eyes
Keeping their views locked under a guise
Some listen like a deer in the fog
Timidly hearing all through the smog
Some hearts take flight like a turtle dove
Plain to the outside, but soaring above

— The End —