It’s the end of the day,
Of a long winding battle,
Between myself and myself and my other self.
The swirlings inside me,
The voices projecting,
They collide and collude and corrupt me.
In the depths of misery one can easily lose their way to sanity,
In the bright of projections and faced with objections,
Why am I still alive?
I don’t really know..
But them the friends that strode along this painful path,
They are not gone,
Them the friends we cry and laugh together..
Them the friends that smack your head, console your heart,
And stood by your side,
Them the friends reminding you to savor..
This hateful life, this spiteful self, this bitter heart, this lonely mess,
Those weird jokes and worn out fists,
Embrace it all, it’s part of this adventure.
And in the years to come, you look back to it,
Reminisce in all those salty tears,
And in the years to come, you tell yourself,
You are better.
You are better.
4.51 pm
19th March 2021