
Blisters on both my hands
Feet hurting from the miles of errands
Everybody has a thick rope
Used in dragging their past while searching for hope
I have one for each part of my life
The emotional part is where I experience the worst strife
Mentally holding on to what I physically let go
Something killed and buried with a pink bow
The skies darkens and emotional numbness came alive
Killing everything that tried to sprout
Craving the honey without the bee hive
Nostalgia turned me into its prisoner, inside and out
Am i a good person in this whirlwind?
Am I becoming someone I would run away from?
It sickens me to my stomach how I chose to heal
But if you are walking alone, picking yourself back takes more time
Will I regain love?
Will I open up , vunerable to the probability of being hurt?
Will I see someone and daydream of the future?
I already do but there seems to be a stumbling block
Couldn't let it go
Holding on to photos
Dreams tormenting my soul
Chest with a big hole
I don't want this road
I thought I could try to hold
Hanging by the pole
No self-control almost made me fold
I just want me fixed
I just want me freed
Want to spread my wings
Growth without the weeds
It is hard to let go of something that taught you a life lesson
That you could be loved with no one out to get you
One that taught you that what you want isn't a fantasy
Scars came but I can hide that pretty well, easily
Performing an operation to get this heart out
Trying to burn it, fumes up like a sacrifice
I don't what to fight, no more energy drinks in sight
Ashes to the wind, floating out with it as i take flight
Shattered perception
Emotional ressurection
Achieved liberation
Inexistent fixation
So this is me moving on from this house
It was fun whilst living here
If I hold on to this any longer
I may never get another opportunity to leave
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.


Comments (1)
Lovely piece. Keep up the great work.