A/n: slight tw ⚠️
You know when life hits you like a train going well over the speed limit.
Well, that's now.
Every little thing I do I fail in some way
And everyone says it okay
And I'm racing against this so called train to find my happiness.
But I never win this race.
I'm too slow, too fragile.
This time, the train honks its horn
But I stay stood here as,
I want to feel something again.
I want to feel the pain.
And, I do.
I feel the sharpness against my skin
And it's just a win.
And my happiness is there almost as if it was waiting for me to come back home.
Home is so underrated.
Especially my home.
My home is this excruciating physical and mental pain.
And it's just right.
I don't even put up a fight.
Calm and cosy, I stay.
Waiting for the train.
To come again.
