it’s absurd,
you keep breaking—
deep down,
you’re tired
of it all.
sick of it.
sick of
the fall.
“traumas,”
you keep sayin’—
“i’m over it,
i’m okay.”
but all you’ve done
is what you had
to do:
survive.
and now you live
with words
you can’t take back.
it’s wasting
your time,
your energy.
the only one left
is you—
and you’re not okay.
nobody hurts you
worse than
you do.
so why
keep this up?
take a breath.
open your eyes.
everything
will fall in place—
this time.
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 7:32 AM UTC
it’s absurd,
you keep breaking—
deep down,
you’re tired
of it all.
sick of it.
sick of
the fall.
“traumas,”
you keep sayin’—
“i’m over it,
i’m okay.”
but all you’ve done
is what you had
to do:
survive.
and now you live
with words
you can’t take back.
it’s wasting
your time,
your energy.
the only one left
is you—
and you’re not okay.
nobody hurts you
worse than
you do.
so why
keep this up?
take a breath.
open your eyes.
everything
will fall in place—
this time.
inspired by slaves’ “petty trappin.”
a poem about the lies we tell ourselves, the pain we repeat, and the slow fight to break through it.
sometimes healing sounds like tough love. even when it’s your own voice.
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