All seeming unlikely,
I am trying to quit my hiding,
Even though through the lying,
Those better parts of me have begun dying.
That I can’t keep up with my reason,
It is nothing less than feeble,
These attempts to try free up,
A set of different habits that will help in finding feeling.
No where near enough of my issues,
They pile up to a point I cannot see through,
I’m sure you’ve felt this same truth,
As if everyone is out to get you.
Hollowed formations in my character,
As my motivations take their turns,
I feel all my emotions as they burn,
Into what i lost while seeing her.
Treating my problems like a door mat,
Easily walked over and hardly looked at,
While never getting used to that,
It has made more sense than fixing them.
NV. Written on September 10th, 2018 started @ 6:30 a.m. finished @ 7:45 a.m.