The funny thing about trying
is that you have to attempt it
attempt to get up
attempt to have a purpose
and attempt to try to make the day doable
I tried and succeeded to get up before the alarm
I got my clothes on
put my headphones on out of habit
no music is playing just a habit
I managed to walk a young and an old dog
I managed to try to feel something
what I succeeded in doing
is to create tears
I created a tightness in my chest
my throat
all the while you don’t see it because I’m good
I’ve mastered this face
I’ve breathed through my unease
I’ve taken More than I should
never did I fight back that hard
unless I’m at the tip of the ledge and I’m about to fall
the fall is not what sets the fire
it is the voidness
the wrong mess of things
I’m attempting to stay quiet with my tears
I don’t want to be pushed into talking
I hate the feeling of just watching
but my mouth does not want to move
my thoughts are running a mile a minute
I’m trying
but no one really sees me
the last one who seen me left
added value to my life
then poof like smoke
I’m gonna keep trying
I hope I don’t break anybody
