Drunk Banshee

Every hope, every gentle dream I carried carefully for months

Every portrait of myself I've repainted, in hope it'll represent my progress

Every framed memory I've cherished and idealized

And suddenly I feel too exhausted to even pick it up

I don't wish to salvage any of this

It's funny how something you've been building for months can fall apart in seconds

Perhaps we should measure something's durability, by how long's been falling before breaking, rather than how long's been up

Once you've mastered the art of detachment from the perception of others and lower your expectations of people who haven't made any pledge of commitment towards you, it will become easier to develop a thicker skin, to become more laser-focused on you and your own well-being, and to disregard that and those who do you no good.