I'm writing this piece because I lack peace of mind. I seem to be lost and there's no hope to what I can truly find.
Empty, dull, uneventful Tired, broken, distasteful Conflicted, numb and just downright exhausted.
I'm trying to take a break from everything that reminds me of how hollow I am. But it requires slipping into isolation. I've heard quite a lot of stories about how dangerous a path it is. It's just that I can't help it. I find no reason in myself, just a lot of trapped cages in my heart. A lot of mental walls, barriers to my name.
I feel pain, I feel an overwhelming amount of pain, heavily weighing me down. I need escape, I need solidarity. But that means losing the little that I have and end up with nothing.
Naturally, instinctively that's daunting. But I'm trying to love myself.
I'm trying so hard. But it doesn't feel good enough. I keep trying to open up to myself but I end up building so many walls. I... I find it difficult to finish this poem because I don't want to be true to myself