This Is Me, Not Holding It Together
Just fucking furious.
And you would be too.
At the silence, I swallowed.
At the deals I made to keep the peace.
At the lies dressed up as fairness.
At how easy it is to walk away from wreckage you don’t have to clean up.
I’m the one still bleeding.
Still paying.
Still pretending I’ve got this shit handled.
But I don’t.
I’m tired of being the good guy.
The one who bends.
The one who absorbs every hit and still says, “It’s okay.”
It’s not okay.
None of this is fucking okay.
I am not okay with any of this.
Don’t tell me time heals.
Don’t tell me I’m strong.
Don’t tell me some vague cosmic justice is coming.
I’m not looking for comfort.
I’m looking for a break.
For one fucking moment where it doesn’t feel like I’m the only one still carrying the goddamn weight.
So if you’re watching this unfold and whispering behind closed doors, wondering what happened…
Ask the one who walked away like it wasn’t even burning.
And if you’re out there, staring into your own abyss, too tired to scream, too angry to cry…
I see you.
I’m right there beside you, covered in ash.
Hi Joe, you’re right no one can never feel someone’s pain or what their going thru in their life. I love you and it hurts me seeing you this way. Life is so unfair sometimes but we must continue foward. Tomorrow will be a better day. And every day after. Love uncle Phil
Love you too! Thanks for the support.
I’m always a short walk away if you ever want to talk.
Thanks, Brian.
you WILL revive as a phoenix 🐦🔥
lineage doesn’t exist here, but there is one thing I have learned, is that it really is okay not to be okay. This includes self-awareness, self-fulfillment, and self-forgiveness. you know who you are and that’s what’s important. keep on keepin on🖤 love you
thank you for sharing, consider me truly inspired
Love you, Cait!