goodness
I need someone to tell me that there is good in me
That there is goodness inside of me
That there is still hope

I dont feel like myself anymore
The shell ive become
The page intimidates me
My keys laugh at me

My mind flutters
As i take my hands off the wheel and lie back
I roll my eyes back to my skull
And then i realize
Its not the mental health
Or the trauma
Or the experience
Its me

And at this point i dont know if i can change me anymore
My growing phase has come and gone

Will i turn to drugs at this point?
How will i make the pain go away?

What is wrong with me is me
Its in me
Crawling around
Making a home inside my home

How do you evict something that is yourself?