Living in it
I live in delusion, I live in fear,
I Don't let anyone too close, don't let anyone near
I keep my eyes open and don't let my guard down
I'll be floating and in the next blink I'll still drown
I live in disbelief, I live in denial
I'm not depressed, I'm not suicidal
I'll Gaslight myself, I'll say that I'm fine
Any hint of sanity I'll still decline
I live in anger, I live in rage
I'll write and draw, I'll tear the page
I won't be restrained, I'll scream and shout
I'll tear every nerve to let the demons out
I live in remorse, I live in regret
I try to move on, I try to forget
I want to take the next step, the next chapter I want to read
But the wounds of the past continue to bleed
I live in suffering, I live in pain
Through myself, blood I make rain
I shed tears, I forever mourn
The book of my life is shredded and torn.
Copyright © Celia St. James | Year Posted 2024
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