I keep bad habits like broken clocks,
Tick-tocking through a mind that mocks.
Rewinding pain I never chose; a past that lingers and never goes.
My trauma dressed in Sunday’s best, still hides in corners of my chest. It whispers loud in silent rooms and plants dead flowers to see if they’ll bloom.
I light a match, then watch it die, forgetting how to even try. My coping’s sharp and out of tune; I feed my shadows by the moon.
I get stuck in my head for days, amazed of thoughts, a hollow haze. Each exit sign just leads me back to all the memories dressed in black.
I want to scream, but I just sigh…
Too tired to wonder why. The weight I carry is mine alone; a house of glass, a heart of stone.
And still, I rise, though not quite whole, patch-working seams around my soul.
But some days, God, I feel so low – a wilted thing that won’t let go. </3
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 1:09 PM UTC
I keep bad habits like broken clocks,
Tick-tocking through a mind that mocks.
Rewinding pain I never chose; a past that lingers and never goes.
My trauma dressed in Sunday’s best, still hides in corners of my chest. It whispers loud in silent rooms and plants dead flowers to see if they’ll bloom.
I light a match, then watch it die, forgetting how to even try. My coping’s sharp and out of tune; I feed my shadows by the moon.
I get stuck in my head for days, amazed of thoughts, a hollow haze. Each exit sign just leads me back to all the memories dressed in black.
I want to scream, but I just sigh…
Too tired to wonder why. The weight I carry is mine alone; a house of glass, a heart of stone.
And still, I rise, though not quite whole, patch-working seams around my soul.
But some days, God, I feel so low – a wilted thing that won’t let go. </3
Thank you for reading! <3
