Ode to Life

Rot

She spends her time mulling around in her thoughts, drowning a bit in self-hatred.

Part of her likes the pain and the rot, so over the years she gets jaded.

She's lost understanding of what makes her "you", she can't figure out where her heart went,

She pretends it's how she's always been- she pretends this is how she's content.

For now, she'll try not to be stressed about things. She'll try to just live day-to-day-

And maybe in years she'll look up and she'll smile, and good things are all that she'll say.

She'll look back and notice how far she's just come. The length she's arrived- "without trying".

Some scars on her skin, and some on her soul but guess what? She arrived without dying.

She used to go days without moving a bone, she used to spend nights in her thoughts-

How funny that now, it's hard to imagine a her that sits down and just rots.

He can't seem to make himself known to the world. He's scared to exist in their eyes-

And it's safer to stay in his dark little cage, so he sits and rots inside.

Over the years it gets harder to live in that cage- he grows and it won't

But he can't figure out how to leave it behind, and his words all catch in his throat.

For now, he'll try not to be stressed about things. He'll try to just live day-to-day-

And maybe in years he'll look back and he'll smile, and good things are all that he'll say.

He'll look back and notice how far he's just come. The length he's arrived-  "without trying".

Some scars on his skin, and some on his soul but guess what? He arrived without dying.

He used to go days without moving a bone, he used to spend nights in his thoughts-

How funny that now, it's hard to imagine a him that sits down and just rots.

They don't understand how someone like them is allowed to exist around humans.

They're more of a something that rots in the air and they much prefer all their delusions.

So rather than try and understand, they lean into all the distractions,

And they lose their mind just a little each day, not caring at all when it happens.

For now, they'll try not to be stressed about things. They'll try to just live day-to-day-

And maybe in years they'll look back and they'll smile, and good things are all that they'll say.

They'll look back and notice how far they've just come. The length they've arrived- "without trying".

Some scars on their skin, and some on their soul but guess what? They arrived without dying.

They used to go days without moving a bone, they used to spend nights in their thoughts-

How funny that now, it's hard to imagine a them that sits down and just rots. 

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Edited: 11/15/2024