Testing Blue…Grey…Grey. Another miserable day.
Broken dirty nails continuously crawling away
but can’t keep the darkness at bay.
Conscious conversations over tea
just me and me.
Can’t shake it or wake it or myself.
Another day on the shelf.
Don’t remember letting you in.
Wasted time and crooked skin.
Can’t breathe or feel,
like watching a movie reel.
Played out and spinning,
through the looking glass I’m “winning”.
Looking for the magic words,
looking a grown up bit absurd.
Knowing it will past
wishing it were fast.
Not looking to drag this extra shadow around town.
I stand up it sits down.
If I were not so strong you may have a chance
but I’ll get clean, I’ll forget and dance.
Just need to shake this trance…
Losing moments and building bad memories
Patience..patience..yes and please.
Peeling off this heavy cape,
Working to turn and twist the fate.
Clean it all away,
Tomorrow, thank goodness, is another day.
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