It all starts with one sentence.
I am sad.
Followed by another.
I am lost.
I am broken.
I can’t go on.
I’m a record player on repeat, playing the same damn song, in a damned vicious cycle
Trifling to battle these thoughts from within,
But nothing helps, because I can’t seem to win,
No matter how hard I try,
I’m always battling a losing fight.
So why do I still try,
Why do I even bother?
When I’ve already lost everything and want to move mountains above anything other.
I am lost.
I am broken.
I am a record player playing the same song
A telephone without a connection but still ringing
A broken robot, with its parts dangling out but still moving.
For no matter how much I am damaged,
I can’t be damaged enough.
I can’t be hurt enough,
To stop me from trying to move this mountain
To walk this crusade I have set out for myself
I might scream for help.
Lose people along the way
I’ll find my inner peace,
Maybe not tomorrow, definitely not today.
But I’ll find where I can rest,
Where I can get it all sorted,
Before my crippling body will yield
And all will cease to exist in me,
For I can’t be stopped mentally,
So let’s hope I’ll find it fast…
For I think this body might not last…
And I’ll scream out to the gods,
WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME,
Before my body is bleeding,
My sleep is ceasing,
My eyes are closing,
And my clock has begun to tick…