Lost and in this night.
There comes a time in a person's life when due to some circumstance, or maybe just a sudden shift in the air or change in the current, that one starts to forget the value of self-worth. How does one become so inanimate and feel so disgusted with oneself that they have to wikipedia the term "life" just to confirm that they are living. The inner frustration: what's wrong with me? Having to deal with the silly and ridiculous questions that tear at my very soul is like constantly trying to get up only to get knocked down the very instant you think you've found some sort of stability. Voices in my head split me asunder, contributing to this inner turmoil that is my heart. What keeps me sane, you ask? Perhaps I owe a lot to the music that is able to keep up with the palpitations that flow throughout my body. Why is it so easy to get cast off into sea? If only I could strap a lifesaver to me constantly, but yes, that always exists and has always been there, but sometimes it's so hard to tell when you're also battling the waves as well.
Catch me. Fall in. Break me down.
I'm so tired now, may I rest? Why must I fight? Why is it so hard for me to just be still and surrender?
Float. Be patient. Wait.
My eyes are open, but they fail to be wide awake. What is it that blinds me? The more I question, the bigger the fool I become. Forgive me.