Comfortably Uncomfortable

I can’t remember how many times life pushed me to the edge,
With all its problems.
I can’t even count how many times I felt like I had reached the end.
I can’t count how many times I lost hope because, honestly, I didn’t have anything else to lose

I don’t even know what to say but,
This is for all the nights that I couldn’t go to sleep,
Because my mind was at war with my heart.
This is for all the little cuts on my wrist,
Because I wanted to end it all.

I’m not out yet,
But if I am writing this,
Then it means I finally got comfortable with being uncomfortable
Uncomfortable in these shackles,
That squeeze the happiness from my life.

I let out a loud cry,
A single teardrop finds its way out my left eye,
I try to stand and I fall.
Hunched over on the ground
Covered by my mistakes
And held down by regrets,
A large smile forms on my face
I guess I am used to this now

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3 comments

  1. I can tell it’s been a while since you wrote a piece but this is the best arrangement of random thoughts I’ve come across. You might not notice but the way you subtly link each thought to give us a visual of what happened is just amazing. I would like you to continue this way. This is an amazing start for your second coming. Keep up the good work my man.

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