All this is just so stupid.
It changes and then you just keep going with it.
You keep stepping out of the door everyday,
Because why wouldn't you?
You get used to it
And you keep going.
You move past it.
Yeah, it might be there to haunt you
So what? You deal with it.
It gets to the point where it doesn't matter anymore;
That's just how it is;
Nothing can be changed.

Except that's how it's supposed to be,
That isn't what it's really like,
Not for me.
I get up everyday and continue,
Because why would there be an excuse?
I don't have a reason to be unable
- or at least that's what others must see too.
You don't get used to it.
The memories lurk here everyday,
And the walls you walk past are thick with what used to be and thin with what is.
You act like you're dealing with it
To yourself and everybody else,
But truthfully you fall to the floor more often than not,
Because there's flashing lights and sirens from when it all went wrong,
And reminders of how good it felt to seem perfect.

That's just how it is;
Nothing can be changed.
Yet still it continues to feel:
Exactly the same,
Maybe it's weaker from time to time,
Occasionally you'll be led to think it's not as bad as it was before,
But you will realise again,
That it's not planning on going away.