Unknown

The matter that I’ve written so many things

I can see myself at that moment my hands hit the keys

Watching and reading my bleeding heart run on these pages

Fills me with rage that I took these times for granted

I should have lived more in the moment

Grown a bit more from my surroundings

Now I am lost in an open room

So much is being asked for and yet I can’t hardly breath

I am so tired of trying to change what’s around me

But I can’t even remove the holes in my life

“I can’t remember.” Is now a well-known sentence

From dazed days too long nights

I did this to myself

I have the tools to dig myself out of this

But my motivation is drained

I feel like my head is a rock when it’s on my pillow

I don’t want to move from what is my comfortability

Brokenness still lingering since I was a kid

Unknown memories I can’t recall

They’re too real to even recall