The people that are supposed to have every sense of the word and meaning in it to be yours.
They arent people that you just meet or people off the street,
Theyre the ones you have known forever.
You arent my family.
And i know its wrong to feel these feelings for a person you have known forever because its someone you have always known.
But whos to there to explain away the scenarios playing in my head?
Whos gonna take the time to tell you its not ok nor is it ever ok?
Who's gonna catch you when you fall?
Whos gonna fall with you in the first place?
Its so wrong to be so sad so long but i dont care,
Its not wrong to care so much about a feeling that isnt there.
Its not wrong to not care about anything at all.
You cant fight these feelings,
You cant keep pushing them back down.
Being sane and decent,
Being legal and lethal,
Living.
You cant go on anymore knowing that its all a road down the same destination.
You especailly cant help when all you see is a road and no end in sight.
Even if you drive all night you never meet that destination.
Family.
Perhaps with this theres no destination at all.
Perhaps im not even avoiding them anymore,
Im trying to avoid myself and no matter how hard i try to hide from it or run from it,
I cant.
I just fucking cant.
So family?
Family isnt real.
Family isnt binding.
Water isnt thicker the blood but maybe just maybe if you cut a hole in the water its alot thicker then you think.
YOU ARE READING
Indigo
PoetryLooking through the eyes of a people you learn that there are two options: Your either plastic or dead. Being an empath isnt easy but you learn that the way you see things is much more then just black and white and growing up sideways i learned that.
