Crawling

Maybe happiness isn’t for me,

Maybe I’ve perfected the art of faking it that i don’t even recognize the real

Maybe I’m used to the clouds covering my blue skies

Maybe I’ve come to accept this reality and that’s why i have survived this long.

 It’s not loneliness, no

It’s not even sadness

But for the umpteenth time i tell myself,

This void is too heavy to bear.

I have to remind myself to breathe every time,

This can’t be it, there’s more, and there’s always more.

And honey, you’ve got to breathe cos even if you crawl, you need to move forward.