Onward and Upward

Impuissance

I have a hole in my chest.

To be honest, I'm not at my best.

I feel like an empty shell with no use.

My pain looks so subtle, but I'm one big bruise.

And my mind is a fucking mess.

I read a comic book about how people have light or darkness.

Or both, you get the gist.

But what if right now you have neither?

No dark or light inside there.

You see nothing but you can tell she's overflowing, would you still press her?

Does she find her own?

Or can she take someone else's?

Then her happy cover will be blown.

and no one will be there to help her clean up her messes.

Sitting in her nothingness.

Nothing but helpless.

Do you really think she's a fighting lioness?

She's definitely not a little girl anymore.

No one wants to hear her cries.

She left that shitty place, why is she still torn?

Why does her weakness have to be despised?

Her neglected self, always tied up behind a locked door.

She's a broken mask, are you fucking surprised?

Sleep is all she can implore.

But not waking up is what she implies.

You know her smile is just a disguise.

You know deep down she wants the worry to die.

She doesn't really mean it though.

She's not really into today's fit.

Her job is to change where her family was planned to go.

I mean, nobody else is gonna fucking do it.