The louder I speak
The more quiet my voice
I swear it's my silence
That's deafening...
The weight of my own denial
Has me weak to my knees
Cowering
until the pain forces me
To react carelessly
....Destructive...
..destructive..
Is it in my nature?
Daily I question how I can make it
Without counteracting
Every choice
that I'm making
Or every opportunity
That I'm waiting
On....
Why am I hurting the ones that I love...
When I don't even meant to?
Why do I continue to pick
at my scars from the past..
when I know there's no need to..
And why do I damage
all of the thoughts
I've progressed...
When it's all that I cling to
... saddest thing is if I can even admit..
I don't even mean to