Today, inspiration just seems to flee away.
The only option found is to scroll
Through the longest of wormholes,
Glancing features of self-sorrow.
Trying to hold on to those glances
Just comes to show how hard One clings to crowdy screens
In order to hide their own neglection.
That turmoil of internal doubt
Clashes daily with every absolute sentence
One hears, reads, and feels.
To question it, is to waste energy
In what has been solidified As the purest of truths.
To fight it, is to infuriate
What still holds inside your head
As the slightest of hopes.
So roll with it, behold another sunrise
With a s e m l i
on your f a c e
Say "Hi! Hello!"
Be polite. "See you tomorrow."
Have manners. "A nice day to you too kind one"
Just don't forget to say goodbye to yourself
Once hell knocks on the door,
Slowly creeping in till it burns your manners.
However, surprisingly, even burned
They still shine on your face.
Even in ashes you're expected To grow roots of solid happiness.
After all, they're a top tier fertilizer.
Become the shadow of a bigger you!
Wash away your contaminated blood
By scrubbing your stained surfaces!
Do it until death sets you apart!
Cause if you don't,
The razor blade will never be too sharp,
The water never too deep,
The fall never too long,
The rope never too tight,
The pills never too many.
Self-love, never worthwhile.
- thank you @o__aurora