When it ends

It comes like a peaceful breeze

Carrying you places you never thought you’d reach

Peace. Silence. Softness.

But it ends

The scars start to ache again

The air turns to smog

And you choke on your own confidence

The aspiration you once thought would guide you turn into the screams

It leads you down to the depths of your own mind

Slugging through the bogs

Drowning in the thoughts

Constrained by nothing but my own self loathing

Dragging myself deeper into my own self

Down the rabbit hole


Without anyone to love

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