goodness
I need someone to tell me that there is good in me
That there is goodness inside of me
That there is still hope
I dont feel like myself anymore
The shell ive become
The page intimidates me
My keys laugh at me
My mind flutters
As i take my hands off the wheel and lie back
I roll my eyes back to my skull
And then i realize
Its not the mental health
Or the trauma
Or the experience
Its me
And at this point i dont know if i can change me anymore
My growing phase has come and gone
Will i turn to drugs at this point?
How will i make the pain go away?
What is wrong with me is me
Its in me
Crawling around
Making a home inside my home
How do you evict something that is yourself?
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 12:32 AM UTC
goodness
I need someone to tell me that there is good in me
That there is goodness inside of me
That there is still hope
I dont feel like myself anymore
The shell ive become
The page intimidates me
My keys laugh at me
My mind flutters
As i take my hands off the wheel and lie back
I roll my eyes back to my skull
And then i realize
Its not the mental health
Or the trauma
Or the experience
Its me
And at this point i dont know if i can change me anymore
My growing phase has come and gone
Will i turn to drugs at this point?
How will i make the pain go away?
What is wrong with me is me
Its in me
Crawling around
Making a home inside my home
How do you evict something that is yourself?
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