I feel the good just isn’t good enough.
Its no looking up.
I end up fighting, self-conscious that I don’t push enough.
Seeking for answers, as if I don’t look enough.
Telling myself “Be patient”
as if I haven’t been waiting.
to myself that help from someone else
ain’t the route when I’m down
cause they’re dealing with self.
So I shield and withdraw
just away from it all
Foolishly thinking I could ever hide my flaws.
it never lies on me, it never lies on them
it lies on circumstance, as we’re all trying to live.
My mind…instead of take, it always thinks give
regardless of what the other’s disposition is.
Tears overflow ducts because I’m lost
in the world
Spilled ink is my compass
as travels unfurl.
Suicide hit my mind
more times than I can say
but on each one of those days
my mind says “Survive.”
I’m tougher than I realize.
Breathe. Meditate. Never waste
the day away
being drug down by bad
and its temporary states.
Happiness is fickle,
the destination I want to…
reach is more loyal,
as I’m on the road to peace.