We threw rocks shattering our glass house ,
Now we are crumbling in its pieces ,
I cut myself trying to escape the debri ,
Grazed my heart like a cut knee ,
We lived in our sin ,
Dwelled in hypocrites inn ,
Slept with lust and envy ,
Danced the tango with pride and gluttony,
You fed every poison inside me ,
You crept in my bones ,
Swept over me just to see ,
How easy it’d be
To utterly destroy me ,
Your poison filled me to the brim ,
I learned to circum to your every whim ,
Let you convince me this was fine ,
Lead me to walk a moral tightrope line ,
I smile when your gone even if only a while,
I am a glass house and your breaking me ,
Can’t you see ,
All of me is falling apart ,
Do you hear my shattering heart ,
But Anxiety is a lover I can not break up with ,
I can’t not reason with ,
An abusive self hating relationship I long to ditch ,
Every compulsive itch ,
Burns inside me ,
It doesn’t let me be ,
I’m a glass house slowly shattering myself ,
Throw rocks through my windows ,
Casting shadows ,
Over frailty ,
Breaking down my morality ,
Questioning my ability ,
To keep my sanity ,
I’m tucked in at night ,
With insecurities and doubts that cradle me tight ,
I struggle against myself in a boxing fight ,
I feel like a prisoner in my own body ,
Held captive by anxiety ,
Weigh down in ocd ,
Drowning in enevability,
Consumed by fear that won’t let me be ,
Self doubt seems to be the only thing that can comfort me ,
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