The cement is heavy when mixed with the loss of autonomy
It's dried around my boots; I welcome the body of water in front of me
Where my afflictions will feel each drop enter my lungs, and then I'll be free
Of the horrors, plagues, and false words, that are brought by living honestly— FML A.S.
My heart is heavy
Is it too heavy for you to hold?
Or will you lift it high above your head and love me anyway?
I've never felt good enough.
Will I ever feel good enough?
Like I'm deserving of the deepest love?
Do I know how to love like that?
I don't know.
"Authority problem and rules violation
Driver’s license suspended
At work on probation
In and out of trouble
Decisions and choices”-
I must’ve spaced out, I’m hearing voices,
I’m losing my mind, I’m trapped in abyss…
Few shots, benadryl, seroquel – I’m at peace
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