Fighting back

Today
I fight hard
to breath.

To be.

To stand still
in this space

fucked up
and caged in.

Today
I fight hard
to be.

Stalling

Faltering on my way to
unimaginable highs,
stuttering,
I splinter in every way possible
and ways
you haven't yet thought of.

Living Proof

One big lie

that you played
like a game.

And played again.

Played so often
none of us questioned.
None of us doubted.

It was a lie.

So big
it encased
anybody who touched it.

I became the lie.

I lived the lie.

No Room

Standing in the middle
of an ever expanding room
it feels as if
I'm being crushed
by the weight
of everybodies expectations.

There is no space left
that I cannot occupy
and now they are
in my head
I find no room left
for me.

And

And it crushes you
and steals you
and leaves you afraid
and drags you down

and you let it.

Clinging on

A day
like today
gives you something
to cling on to.

A good day.

Left

I have vacated
the space
I once occupied
and managed
to go unnoticed.