Here Still….

I apologize that you are easier to love. My shell has become resistant. I am difficult to love. But you do love me. If being perfect were possible, I ‘d be perfect for you. We know I am a mess. Your eyes make me feel like I am being tested. Often they show disappointment. Then I feel like I am failing. Which scares me, I get consumed inside possibility thoughts. I am apologizing for hurting you. Remember, you have hurt me too. We are both still here.

High Coma

She just goes. The time she never knows. Going until she can’t. Each night is the same. Fixed in a high coma. Life is dope, filled with dope shit. This dope kills. She never wants to endure feelings again. Eyes like glass, sedentary in a filthy trap house. Letting youth and beauty fade. Life will never be the same. It’s more subsist this way… Fixed inside a high coma.

Free writing

I don’t know about life anymore. Did I really know about it? As a child, I was innocent to the unknowns. What am I as an adult? A sinner for my mistakes? Or a liar for kept secrets? My secrets… Knowing the unknown is scary and still unknown. Adults do not know everything. We make it up as we go along. Every experience is a lesson. You never know what’s next…

Broken

The glass is broken. For some time it has been cracked. Started off small, and kept growing. We shook the glass there is no going back. To start over, would be a lie. A Lot as happened. You use particular words, that involve departing often. Where is forever? Repeatedly it seems like until nerves wear thin. *sighs*