Consistent constancy.
Always unchanging.
Bustling busy or unbreakable boredom.
I’d say the replay button is stuck,
But my past does not know this feeling
Nor this departure.
A vague familiarity, yes,
But not alike.
I know how to busy myself most of the time,
But nothing ever changes.
The passing of time leaves no scars, no sign of healing,
Just the same feeling rushing through my core,
The one that makes my heart stop.
It never gets easier.
Just easier to cover up.
At the end of the day
The same loneliness cradles me to sleep,
Trying to steal my life away,
But I refuse to let it.
Usually.
Lonely is a long lost friend of mine,
But a bittersweet enemy,
One that requires all power to battle,
And sometimes I simply get sick of strength
And choose to forfeit the war.
No, it never gets easier.

Just continue to find more masks,
Just continue to welcome numb,
Just continue to deny,
Just continue to ignore
Until one day you want to feel again.
Where does your courage lie?