7 minutes ago
Watching the hours go by;
Faster now. .
I don’t know if I’m cut out for this sometimes,
Being alive. .
I let so much time go by,
While I just lay here turning into dust,
The same thing over and over again;
Will I ever learn to stand on my own?
I’m always pretending,
Projecting what I’m seeing,
Lying through a smile. .
I’m tired of being tired,
I’m tired of fighting cravings,
Of walking a tightrope of relapse and recovery. .
Everyday’s the same.
But what if tomorrow I wake up and all the grey fades away,
The aches in my body go numb,
The scar tissue on my mind becomes a medal. .
What if tomorrow I wake up,
And I feel
Probably the most revealing picture I’ve ever taken much less posted (i’m an awkward chump). Along with a poem I wrote over a pretty dark weekend. Vulnerability looks good on everyone my loves. 🖤