I woke up today with
The intentions of writing
Until my heart was content
...But contentment is far from me...
So far from the depths of my soul,
The abyss of my heart,
The corners of mind...
Instead what fills these spaces
Is resentment & contempt
And I need to shake it
Unwillin to give up
But unknowing of how to do it
With the end result I have in mind
Can't even save myself...
But always tryna save everyone else.
One came to save me...
But I don't know that I'm saveable.
Steady hurtin and hurtin others
Don't want to hurt anyone or myself anymore...
So thinkin the farthest corner from me is the mode of safety...
Even if that corner is in my mind
But..I could be wrong
The intentions of writing
Until my heart was content
...But contentment is far from me...
So far from the depths of my soul,
The abyss of my heart,
The corners of mind...
Instead what fills these spaces
Is resentment & contempt
And I need to shake it
Unwillin to give up
But unknowing of how to do it
With the end result I have in mind
Can't even save myself...
But always tryna save everyone else.
One came to save me...
But I don't know that I'm saveable.
Steady hurtin and hurtin others
Don't want to hurt anyone or myself anymore...
So thinkin the farthest corner from me is the mode of safety...
Even if that corner is in my mind
But..I could be wrong