How can I get out of this mess
This mess called myself
Breathing but not living
Content yet unsatisfied

The heart beats but it doesn't feel
Filled up but empty
Calling yet rejecting
It forgives but resents

The mind speaks but it never talks
Accepting yet rebelling
Praising yet cursing
It understands but refuses to

A liar
A contradiction
A paradox
That's what I am

— Black Strokes #1 // tired yet smiling