Hardest Parts (written in drafts in 2018?)

Broken beliefs and memories

of all the little nightmares we thought were the new reality.

They lied to us, but who are they?

The monsters under our childhood beds?

the monsters in our daily lives?

Are they one of the same?

They whisper in our ears all the petty things that they know will hurt you,

just to bring you pain.

They know that if they destroy you, they can do it again

because you succumb to the madness and then fight the already lost battle.

You know the agony too well, but you cling to the delusion of a sense of hope in the silliest of things.

You are barely surviving the shattering of everything you hold dear, but you play it off with false laughter and the deception of what’s really happening.

You just can’t handle it.

You live in the chaos of massacred dreams.

You don’t know what to do, so you struggle, putting on the masks and faces of many roles, waiting to find the perfect fit

As if performing a role and creating a new character will solve your problems.

Avoiding who you are will not fix anything.

You have bled your soul into everything and it is still not enough

For anyone

For anything

For yourself.

The world tells you who you’re suppose to be, but you fight it because you can’t.

You can’t play the charade that they call for.

You don’t have time, there is no limitless life.

There is no cookie cutting, or just cutting corners.

You are yourself, but you are theirs to own.

We come into this world not understanding that,

that we are slaves to a higher empire.

We are one of a mass and not special.

We are individual but not different.

We are put down as just another statistic in the sadist universe.

There is no space for intolerance.

So, you live.

You breathe.

You exist and that is all you are meant to do.

There is no single isolation but there also is no stage.

You are not an actor of yourself or another.

You just simply....be.