Out of sight not out of sound
For years, No! Four years the light wasn't meant to be touched by you. Your hand smacked away while the day just begins, Forthright is the four sight to four fit your mark in this world. Eye's are your main focused , so mainstream. You were told but never taught, Just taunted and ignored, Figures that figure you'll figure it out. Dismissed, Dismantled, And Disgraceful, Questions asked are made for the disapproval. Whispers whistle in the ear's of those who have something to shout, You weren't taught to think thought's, though the thought's you think you hold inside your face blank. Blinking only to show breathing, You're not made to be stagnant, Whomever told you such tails, thought you were someone else.
What the f*** is wrong with them, Did they really say that to you? No, verbal's weren't heard visual's were vital, Like the iron a lack of vitamins are shown. You weren't supposed to make it out of that room, You remember that room... With the gel pills and the smelly beds. Grateful for your new life, The past can't hurt you. The pests of the past shall stay in the position of gray. Then in the dark and finally the abyss. You've come a long way. It'll pass! You have your own life to live . It'll pass! You got out of bed. It'll pass! You got food. It. You've been cleaning. Will. You've even made sure to take care of some patch work. Pass. Do you hear that? I'm choosing to ignore it, keep listing my greatness. You've kept the floors clean, It will pass.. You've kept up with your hobbies. IT will pass. You're even communicating well. IT WILL pass. You've been using your workout equipment. IT! WILL! PASS! More importantly you're almost one year into recovery from feeling the low so much so your scars have been fading nicely.
IT WILL PASS! The only thing that will pass is my ability to shut you out with my medication, meditation, and many hobbies. They'll take it all away. Not if you make into the room in time! You want a roommate? NO! Then lets sit and act civil. Cannot connect the cords on this cautious feeling to cross the road eye's closed, Car's could care less if you can't create a reason to do so. You're the problem! ROOMMATE! Ok! damn! You're so unfiltered, Filters are for the scared, I'm numb. Numb to the hate. the love and the indifference. This isn't the darkness, this is a fact in order for you to have some joy you need to let your family tree end with you. What adop-NO! With your history you're lucky you have a cat! You've known this for years
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