Let shit go.
Forget.
It doesn’t matter,
it’s not important.
You’re everywhere and
I hate that.
You’re always being talked about and
I hate that.
You’re in my kid and
I hate that.
I can’t escape and
it’s breaking me.
I have to forget,
I have to let go.
I thought I had, but
tears are in my eyes and
I don’t know why.
I need to focus on myself,
at least I try,
but you’re everywhere so
how can I?
The struggle to find acceptance of the bad in life is a great subject and you’ve really captured something here. The honesty and unapologetic confusion touches anyone who’s been in conflict with themselves.
It’s heartbreaking and heavy with the understandable exhaustion.
A brilliant piece on a sorrow filled subject.
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Thanks you, getting feedback like this on my writing means a lot and I hope to keep writing and improving on that writing as well
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Just keep writing and us readers will be here to enjoy it!
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