I been trying to find the perfect way to open this.
At the same time, I really don’t think that anyone notices.
Behind these word’s a person that had lost themself and the only thing they could do is run and fight themself for their pursuit to happiness.
A simple man. No love from his own wife. Well maybe not in his love language at least. They can’t even hold a conversation. Take the *** away, there’s nothing left to lay in. Debating with himself like everything is a complication.
Always feeling you’re down and out. Your outer shell is hard, but inside you’re crying out. And can’t even find comfort to just talk about it.
Comfort is a thing these days that seems so challenging. You have to find the middle ground for both of you to balance in.
To find a partner who’s on target with everything you’re missing is inevitable. Can’t even find a cure or therapy not even using ThereFlu. I know a lot about it, I been there too. When the only thing you’ve got is right there staring right back at you. Surrounded by mirrors.
In a fitting room with hits and misses like target practice. Only thing you seem to do right is moving backwards.
Fronting for people who don’t have your back. Nor your best interest. Especially when they’ve never experienced your position. This all takes persistence.
And to these, one person beings who swear that they’re so in love, when everything hits the fan how do you stay above? Maybe you can help the next, or spark their mind to understand that everything starts from your mental and deep within.
So where do we begin?
This love cycle’s something that just happens to us over and over again.
Break the walls. Your fitting room shouldn’t expose and fragile yourself.
Take that weight off of your shoulders and put it back on the shelf. Give it to God.