time-
my enemy
my remedy-
for pain
has always been this misplaced blame
my fault, it's my fault
because when is it not
when have i lifted a finger? when have i stood up and fought?
when have i taken a moment to acknowledge just how distraught-
i really am?
some part of me is aware that my mind is a whirlpool
my thoughts, lightest at the top
darkest in the depths.
sometimes, i am convinced that if i take one too many breaths-
i'll float above the atmosphere
everything will make sense
my vision won't be anything but clear
so, so clear
i am but a jumbled mess.
a pile of irritated nerves
just trying their best
but is that, will that ever be, has that ever been-
enough?
i don't know
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a/n: whelp that was all over the place i kinda like it though
i promise i'll write something less depressing soon lol
