to find myself

i need to get out of my pain.

pain you gave to me

that still lingers like ashes.

it must be swept away.

but i can't find the broom.

are you trying to hold me back?

i must get free, to get out of me.

every time i reach rock's bottom

it's a new depth.

when i think the pain is gone

it's just wearing a new mask.

life has left me waiting on the curb again,

and i'm sitting down this time.

no one has offered to carry me

i guess i have too much baggage?

will i ever be above superficiality?

or are we all disguised? and i've noticed mine.

the pain is too deep.

i can't bring it to the surface

i want to get away

and leave it behind

but it has become a part of me.

it will be my cross.


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