facing the end of myself..
I am questioning my motives,
reciting my morals,
revisiting my last words,
to be certain..
What did I do?
I shoulda kept my mouth shut,
that's what I shoulda done..
All the work I put in,
just to watch it come undone.
Replace every letter under the sun
until my extremities are totally numb
Why does family have this tendency
to make me feel dumb?
I didn't know I could feel
two things at once.
Giving up is appealing,
but Hope assigns this need for action.
Why does everything feel like its clashing
within my soul?
How could I know?
Guess it's time for me to let go..
