A window pane closes, separating the outside from my inside pain,
There are words and phrases that exist, but I stumble over the solution time and time again.
Help heal me, open wounds, neglected, fate sealed for me.
Eyes blind, shuttered shut, sometimes hard to just...be.
Brush strokes make pictures that didn't used to be,
a new life, sudden stop as the dark takes another stab at me.
Tripped up and let down, and yet I'll continue to build new steps,
I'm running fast, and life just hasn't caught up to me yet.
Plans persist, no matter how hard I try to resist,
I exist. Not in a world where thoughts thrive,
I perish. Not in a Death where light doesn't shine.
I blame the game. My surname. Whatever I can, it's all the same.
I present problems. Myself. I'm you twenty years ago feeding my ego.
Let me go. Because holding onto scraps leads to scrapes that only you and I will know.
Push me faster and further away, there's not a single spot that's safe for me to stay.
I'm a work of art, but just in the mind of the artist who maybe forgot to start.
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 2:47 PM UTC
A window pane closes, separating the outside from my inside pain,
There are words and phrases that exist, but I stumble over the solution time and time again.
Help heal me, open wounds, neglected, fate sealed for me.
Eyes blind, shuttered shut, sometimes hard to just...be.
Brush strokes make pictures that didn't used to be,
a new life, sudden stop as the dark takes another stab at me.
Tripped up and let down, and yet I'll continue to build new steps,
I'm running fast, and life just hasn't caught up to me yet.
Plans persist, no matter how hard I try to resist,
I exist. Not in a world where thoughts thrive,
I perish. Not in a Death where light doesn't shine.
I blame the game. My surname. Whatever I can, it's all the same.
I present problems. Myself. I'm you twenty years ago feeding my ego.
Let me go. Because holding onto scraps leads to scrapes that only you and I will know.
Push me faster and further away, there's not a single spot that's safe for me to stay.
I'm a work of art, but just in the mind of the artist who maybe forgot to start.
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