Sabotage
Aren’t we all empty?
Hallowed out by our own self pity
Our lack of self discipline and self control
And our overwhelming insecurities
Aren’t we all unhappy?
When everything’s right, nothings wrong
Yet we have the desire to dissect every situation
Until we find something that has the potential
To be worse than it really is
Is it our fear?
Dictating us, possessing us to look for every
Negative thing until all we see are negativities
And then we long for our own optimism
Blanketed by our already forced desperation
Hungry for more when were full.
Extensive explanations in our minds that are
Completely illogical and irrational but our emotions
Grab a hold of the reigns, like a horse pulling a carriage
And direct every move
As if we don’t have enough will power
Or stamina to stop us from the insanity
To hold us back from our delusional thought processes
To contain us, hide us, separate us from ourselves
Until we’ve cut through the new stitches
Until we’ve been split in half once again
But we already know how to put ourselves back together
We just don’t know how to stop cutting ourselves open.
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