It's not the lies that ruin me.
It was the unspoken truths,
The missed opportunities,
The lack of me, inside of me.
The distant life I once lived,
Sits on a island that seems unreachable now.
I try to yell at those who inhabit it.
But they cannot hear me.
My cries have been drowned out by all the bullshit in between.
The misspoken lines and the indefinite ending
All point to one truth.
This entity,
Is not me,
This is not my life.
This is not who I am.
And there is no way to get me back.
I've strayed too far.
So I must think;
Think of a new way.
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