writing as a release

My life is travelling in every direction at the speed of light.

My mind is scattered,

I’m pushing towards my breaking point.

But if I stop, I’m already there”

You’re sad for a while, think you can never move on.

But then in days, weeks or months, you find someone new.

And those memories you had of that person before become less painful.

They become less painful because you’re healing.”

Nobody likes me.

Put on this smile.

Just so they can ignore me.”

?”

The group of four turned five then minus you.

I know this because it was me once.

But I’m willing to put you first.

If only you let me.”

On a level so up in the sky, wanna feel like this forever.”

and ask:

Why am I here? To only be abandoned.”

all the air has left me.

I’m a sheet of plastic,

nowhere to go, just left behind.

I’m not upset or angry

or depressed or begrudged.

I’ve been fighting this fight for far too long now and the pin has finally pricked.

I’m just...

defeated.

Too fast for my body, too fast for my healing.

Never a rest the daysbecomeblurs,

but then, is that so bad?”

No sight in end.

Me against the world.”

Never asked if I was okay...

...when he left.

Because you didn’t care.”

I get dragged back to the deep end,

left for pressure to destroy me from within.”

Then you came along.

And I became a ghost,

you swept me under the mat.

Not a second thought to ignore me.”

surrounded by everyone,

I’d be covered with dust.”

Then why has it dragged on so long with so many unknowns and delays?”