Normal
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I guess it takes a certain amount of pain, To lose every thing you had, To understand what it means, To have loved and to have lost, But nothing seems to be getting better, Do things ever return normal, Whatever normal is to be, Before everything became a constant memory? Up and down, This is one unorthodox merry go round, Turning, flipping, upside in, downside out, Emotions lost, Mixed, thrown, way too far tossed, I just want to be normal again, I just want a way back in, Everyone has changed, Nothing or no one seems sane, Or is it me? Why can't I see things straight? Am I really going nuts? Am I really this deranged? Scary part is, I haven't found me, I no longer want to play this game of hide and go seek, Who is in control, Because no one seems to know, Where souls like mine, Really ever go. I used to be someone who never gave up, Now I could care less who wins, I don't really give two fucks, That's what happens when you think, You get trapped, dazed, and in a blink, Life will fuck you so damn hard, You just have to let it rip open the scars, Because it's there, It's not going anywhere, Better adapt to getting screwed, Re-adjust your position, Because the next fuck is for you, I'm scared of how much I'll snap, When the chains that hold me back, Finally decide to give in and break, And I just laugh, At how much I have had to take, I'm nervous, I'm anxious, I'm terrified, Because I don't even know the person I've become, Who has taken over? Why is she such a cunt? I carry on like I am supposed to, I try to remain strong, as one will do, Because I know that when I get to my final destination, I know the judgement is going to be a brutal assassination. ©shantilly
2022-02-23 17:21:39
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