Feeling good makes me feel bad
Because I may no longer deny that something is wrong
I cannot ignore my wounded mind
These thoughts don't belong to me
It's heavy to take another step
This weighted air makes me suffocate
I breathe it in
I step forward
Without knowing where I'm going
Without trying to know
But still trying to think
Everything is too fast and just getting faster
What is real ?
I swear, I'm okay.