Sometimes reality can be a nightmare we try to awake from.
The walls are crumbling all around me darkness continues to creep towards me how do I escape this moment when my heart feels like it's going into a deep slumber tears are summoned by dark entities while my hands are tired from gripping reality someone please help me defeat these feelings but no one comes to bring the light into this abyss
The floor starts to waver from my weight I'm falling deeper into insanity's paint covering myself with its colors of madness floating on a driftwood that my floor becomes as the room spins from my mind spiraling out of control somebody save me from this darkness surfing but no one comes to airlift me from this floor of depression
*Breathe* I can't keep looking up at this ceiling of loneliness for it drips upon me like a poisonous rain every inch of my skin is marked by it while darkness spreads through the sores made by it oh how can I escape this moment all the crumbling and drifting of my emotions please someone save me from this pit of despair then I hear a voice say breathe you're almost there I wake up from my nightmare with a sigh as I felt my heartbeat say breathe you're alive
Endurance. I would be nothing without it. To endure is to love, as to live is to endure.
The endurance of pain The endurance of suffering The endurance of addiction The endurance of love The endurance of loneliness The endurance of empathy The endurance of hate The endurance of hell The endurance of sadness The endurance of depression The endurance of regret The endurance of addiction The endurance of weakness The endurance of being broken The endurance of being lost The endurance of being hunted The endurance of being me.
The endurance of all the feelings, felt mine, his, hers or yours is so damn real. That’s when you know for sure that you are alive, you are awoke. You are alive to feel all, open to feel all that’s yours & isn’t yours, but you claim it anyway. That’s when I knew I was alive. To feel all that was possible to feel. Welcome to the inner most vulnerable perception of my mind. It’s yours to take if you like. I don’t even know if I can endure all there is for me. Here I am, open to claiming it all. Insecurities hit me hard, like freight train headed right toward me, no brakes. Not knowing what is ahead, only what is behind me. Alive & ready for whatever that may bring. For there is no off. Just constant. Constant everything. And no, before asked would I be anyone else? No I would only be me, for some reason this is my life. It was chosen before I knew I was me. That’s why I live everyday knowing I have to survive through every last bit of it. Just to feel every breath I take in. Feel with all I have. If not, it just wouldn’t be me.