you can’t say
you’ve lived
until you’ve
truly tried.
you can’t say
you gave it your
all
until you’ve
given everything
you’ve got
and fight.
[…]
years spent,
paralyzed
tired of myself,
everyone else,
and all the lies
i spent my days
wondering,
will
somebody help
me
before i meet
my demise?
neon sunset,
fade to black,
black and white
silhouettes dancing,
overexposed memories attack,
reminding me of a time
when i was barely alive.
(somebody help me
before i meet my
demise.)
two years in,
i can imagine
a life without
you in it.
for too long
you held on
like a ghost,
a hellish prison.
never letting go,
never setting me
free.
but i learned to
move forward
without you.
i learned to
break the chains.
like a dream,
a wake-up call,
a realization:
how many times
do i have to
hurt before
i’m accepted
for who i am?
Sep 12, 2024
Sep 12, 2024 at 3:14 AM UTC
you can’t say
you’ve lived
until you’ve
truly tried.
you can’t say
you gave it your
all
until you’ve
given everything
you’ve got
and fight.
[…]
years spent,
paralyzed
tired of myself,
everyone else,
and all the lies
i spent my days
wondering,
will
somebody help
me
before i meet
my demise?
neon sunset,
fade to black,
black and white
silhouettes dancing,
overexposed memories attack,
reminding me of a time
when i was barely alive.
(somebody help me
before i meet my
demise.)
two years in,
i can imagine
a life without
you in it.
for too long
you held on
like a ghost,
a hellish prison.
never letting go,
never setting me
free.
but i learned to
move forward
without you.
i learned to
break the chains.
like a dream,
a wake-up call,
a realization:
how many times
do i have to
hurt before
i’m accepted
for who i am?
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