I can hardly wrap my mind-
around my truth,
my broken self.
I am mending, in my mind.
Such is ego,
Of which destroys me.
What have I done?
Time slips away in wasted breaths
I don't even try, I lay in my grave to die
I see what could be, as you tell me finally.
The wind is nocked out of my chest.
You cut me off to be blunt with me.
To point out I'm blind and what is painful to see,
that all my problems, including me,
stem from near complete lack of conviction
Do I say a word?
What do I do now?
I know to take it in.
I can hardly wrap my mind around the truth.
I am broken, my past a wound that heals in time.
Left to my devices, I see where my ends meet.
I bargain for the time I waste,
I don't even try, I lay on my grave to die.
In my mind, I am facing truths.
Such is wisdom, compartmentalized from fantasy,
I decay in solitude.
I am high on what could be, as I wither in my grave.
I do not have the str