Yhudee Obot

BROKEN

Up from swimming and diving into an ocean
Of sweet moments and memories
Down to whirl of pains and stress on
Both my brain and body
With tightness in my chest.
Thought I am what you need
So why do I feel like garbage?
You told me I’m your universe
Yet you cut me deep
With your lies and manipulations
And watched me bleed
But I need to put an end to this trauma
I’m sleeping on
Ultimately all I can say is;
Thank you for breaking me.

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RUPTURE

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In utter disaccord and crisis
The virtue of man is tested
A man must prove himself
But a man failed
The abreaction of that failure
Is an enthusiastic demon that haunts him
But when the dust settles
Or is thought to settle
The repercussions of that failure lays bare
Bare in an antecedent stratum of egregious dilemma
A man is now at war front with his illest phobias
He is schizophrenic about it at first
Then reality begins to bulge at him
Alas, poor man! Losing his reality, his ark
His last thread was about to let loose
Emo and timorous about this
He strives to regain his ark, to tighten his thread
Sturdy? Yes, it was
But prevail, man must, man did
And now better he must be
Resilient, able to prove himself

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LOVE LINE

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Man is just a few threads away from insanity
Those threads that cling us to wholeness
That hold us steady when everything else falls apart
Some threads are stronger than others
And they differ between times and personalities
And sometimes these threads break
But a few remain, sometimes even one, sometimes none
For me, but one thread remains
On that thread my life hangs on
Without this thread I would have crashed
Or would still be crashing
She’s more than a thread
She’s my life line

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Chase me over the highest precipice
Follow me into unfathomable depths
Penetrate the shields of a thousand soldiers
As much part of me as my own shadow
The forebear of negative emotions
Sadness, self hate, depression, unworthiness
Sinks a man faster than an anchor
The only sickness that tricks it’s victims
And makes them hate the medicine
Or at least makes them not want to get better
No one can outrun it

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Yhudee Obot

Yhudee Obot

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