Stardate 11.27.29 Poem
not this old chestnut
you dun caught the feels again and you can't shake em off
these feels are the heavy ones
the drowning ones
the demons, the smothering ones
the ones that extinguish all hope and light
the ones that stop everything dead in its tracks
no time soon
why we going through this again?
I chose such a nice life for you, you loved it so much so recently
you short on chlorophyll? sunshine? sleep? hugs?
well no fucking way I'm giving you a hug, you jackass!
you fail at the worst times in the worst ways
you broken fucking cunt
I hope you die, you ungrateful asshole
only god can save me now
...you still there, god?
or did you give up too?
I can't blame you
in fact, I expected you to
I gave up awhile ago
but I still got nerves enough to throw wild punches
and destroy anything that dares come near
...but someone is rubbing my back
who tf and why tf they helping me?????
frantic frazzled brains misfire attack! defend!
fight them, devour them scream the demons
and I let them take me to the fight fight fight fight fight fight fight
...but someone is holding me now
and letting me cry
...why are they still here through the worst??
Is this you, god?
Oh please, please, PLEASE let it be
please I'm so so tired
...let them help you, something says
And the walls start to crack...
a broken bone that "heals" incorrectly may need
to be rebroken to set properly
Maybe this will be the final breaking to set old traumas & broken systems for real REAL healing
light filters in through the cracks
someone's angel wings cradle me tight