I sit and wonder, thinking if I'll ever go beyond this tragic state. Keeping me concealed, strapped, and left to suffocate. I pry my eyes to see the silver lining of optimism but every pit I go into is an alluring state of pessimism.
No longer will I return to that place of pain I won't go in circles, go lying and crying with nothing to gain Must I reminisce on the past to remember the sorrow? the deep wounds impaled from the core by a bow and arrow.
Confusion dominates me from deep within, leaving me baffled. my mind says no yet my instincts says go, am I biased or am I flawed? What's wrong with me, why do I keep going back to where I began? That tragic place of misery and suffering of which I am no fan.
Stop this madness, do not dwell and just keep going. on the other hand, some reflections and realizations seems to be occurring. I guess only time can tell what all of these mean, did I lose or win? Until then, I must keep these thoughts concealed within.