Today I woke up,
and I realized,
that I hadn’t been sleeping,
and was grief paralyzed.
All that had happened,
all the ****** up nightmares,
all the loathing and anguish,
were all laid out and bare.
It took me a second,
to finally find my breath,
and when I did, I screamed,
and simply wished for death.
Take it away,
the agony that I feel,
I cannot bear this,
there’s no way to heal.
There was no answer,
as I lay on the ground.
No yes or no,
absolutely no sound.
I finally thought,
enough is enough.
I’ll fix it myself,
all the things I ****** up.
But before I do,
I’ll fix myself,
because you can’t fix what’s broken,
with something broken itself.
Today I start with me,
and I took a footstep.
One followed another,
even though I still wept.
I never looked back,
so I didn’t see,
what I left behind,
on the ground, was me.
