Sometimes
anchors fills my chest
lungs compressed what's next?
why does the weight of nothing
feels so heavy?
days are dull and bare
following the same routine as the last
accept every time I look back
friends fade to black
how could something like time not exist
but still heal and make
painful Wounds
And regretful scars?
why do memories make me cringe in my seat?
as I play them on repeat
stupid decisions
that I can't run from
Not because it's too far
But because I'm not strong enough
what does it all mean?
it could be nothing
or everything
past life that has ended tragically
and the life that has just begun for me
come together and flashes before my eyes
the question "what am i doing?"
everything doesn't matter
time doesn't exist
but that means so much more.
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Going Cascading
Poesiaand as always, innocent like roller coasters fatality is like ghost in snow and you have no idea What you're up against because I've seen What they look like becoming perfect as if they were Sterling silver chainsaws going cascading
