Take me back to when I didn’t know how fucked up the world was.
I was caught up in my own little wonder world of happiness.
It seems so far away.
You can’t be happy , but then you aren’t allowed to cry.
I’m fearful of what’s to come when I turn the corner, and yet it’s such a distant memory.
Abuse of the mind , heart , soul , and skin.
The only escape was dissociating.
Where was I ? Lost beyond belief.
Not aware , and now it’s clear of the darkness that hangs over my existence.
A glimpse of hope , seems to flicker like a candle that’s almost burnt out
Medication , therapy , work , no change
Despair still follows me.....
what’s my motivation to keep going ?
I feel like I’m merely existing and not at all living
I don’t even know what it feels like to just LIVE
Living for me was a fantasy I created a long time ago and now that fantasy is long forgotten about