Today will pass And so will the days that follow after. It will not be the same, But it will be okay. The pain stings, numbs, and sometimes Leaves a stain, But you have to make sure None of this is in vain. Don’t meet it with eyes that analyze And try to quantify the pain, There’s only so much you will discover All to your disdain. Sometimes it feels as though you’re not worthy Of making good things last, But that’s why the present is the present, And the past, is the past.
Said forever isn't my word never knew you would turn it into a sword digging deeper until it hurts Though our fights were the worse cause there were actually never the fights. But now i see this empty space, it feels like an ultimate sway just to chase I told myself it's over, good and enough but then again i wish it was none
and as you comes by all my thoughts flys away as if like they never exist all my compliants seals away as if like they were meant to be all my hurt heals away as if like it have to be I'm telling it that was good and enough and it denys as if it is all rough. craving and hoping for renewal
begin the day ; a **** taught of features in need of clean linen, unswallowable meds and a diaper change routine ; that'll teach ya !
they ask her the day of the week her name what year it is when is your birthday ? do you feel any pain ? do you know where you are ?
flailing in memory they just turn off the overheads and let her settle into her senility attend to the physical basics whilst she's suckered into her own storage unit operating like a humming fridge with its door slight ajar and the small hot bulb finking on and winking off
It’s like the only time I can see outside of this hole Is when I’m trying to make sure others don’t see That I’m digging it deeper And Deeper And Deeper And falling Further And Further And Further Until I can’t get out