My mothers words are harsh
But they hold truth
Expect the worst
And always prepare yourself.
I’ve become numb day by day in anticipation.
I dont think its a voluntary reaction
But theres a point when i look out the window and
I look in the mirror and i see
I dont want to do this but
I look at you
And i’m beginning to see
It makes me sad
I dont see anything anymore
In myself and in my future.
I was already running with a blindfold on
Fingers reaching like tendrils.
The wind blew me into spikes jutting from building walls
You found me and unveiled my eyes.
Told me i was such a prize
But now i have cataracts forming in my pupils
And a heart full of ice.