I keep torturing myself.
I'm sad.
I feel lost.
I know I ******** up...
and I keep ******** up more
and more
and more
just...
one step at a time I need to put it back together
but right now,
I'm sad.
I keep torturing myself instead.
I'm not drowning in movies
or drawing on sidewalks
and walking down streets at night
but I'm hurt
and it blocks my pathways
so I'm walking sideways
and trying to squeeze past to do little things
I can't really get by
but I try
and I remember
that I'm good
and somewhere, down there
I'll heal with time.
Until then,
I sleep
rinse,
repeat
and remember.
I remember fondly.
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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