The louder I speak
The more quiet I am
I swear it's my silence
That's deafening...
The weight of my own denial
Has me weak.. on my knees
Cowering
until the pain forces me
To react carelessly,
destructive...
..destructive..
Is it in my nature?
Is this who I am?
Daily I question how I can make it
Without counteracting
Every choice
that I'm making
Or every opportunity
That I'm waiting
On....
Why am I hurting the ones that I love...
When I don't even meant to?
Why do I continue to pick
at the scars from my past..
when I know I don’t need to?
And why do I damage
all of the thoughts
I've progressed...
When it's all that I cling to?
... saddest thing is
..if I can even admit..
I don't even mean to..