There is no greater agony
Than bearing an untold story
Sewn into your own skin
Bursting at worn seams
I’m greater and more grim
Than I may appear to be
The pills my doctor gave
Make me feel different
But not better, though
Would I know the difference?
They say healing isn’t linear
Mine’s in constant decline
Graphed it out, wrote it down
I got a circle instead of a line
My therapist said be mindful
While my mind wanders
I only get terribly lost
Confiding in strangers
Became worth the cost
Violate myself in service of
Murdering my stubborn ego
A sense of worth I never held
And gave away at every turn
Rubbish craves the burned
I’d give the shirt off my back
And if you still shiver
I’ll light myself on fire
From ashtrays I’ll rise
Lose a little when I burn
So I added fuel to the fire
Jump off bridges with friends
Pockets weighted with laments
So the flames that lick my feet
Will have a little more to eat
I make sure others are fed
Before I have a single meal
About the Creator
nathaney
I'm an optimistic nihilist comforted by collectivism, in a world worshipping rugged individualism.
I have no idea what I'm doing here,
or in general.
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