My personal anchor

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Everything and everyone is empty
Hollow with no bark
It's all transparent, fake care and fake love  plenty
Lost in this homogenous world, where my sense of self is slowly deteriorating and my colours are being blended into a grey that's hard to come back from
I'm in disarray
Imprisoned and restrained
Trained for containment and no complaints
I've been shackled and beaten down
Unable to form lasting connections, can't see a way forward I'm done trying to swim above with an anchor attached
You'd think it'd be easier to let my body soak up the water
Attachments seem to be the only thing keeping me from becoming dispatched into the known unknown.
Emotionally unavailable
Categorically unattainable
I'm grown but I'll be disowned
Stones thrown, I wanna atone for my misdeeds and miscalculations
I can't breathe, heart palpitations and a melting body it's getting sloppy
Dilated eyes and shrinking self
Dry lips, I've peeled back the disguise that's been agonised and internalised  and I'm immobilised
I can't breathe.
Panic panic PANIC
I'm calm.
It's all empty.

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