Home Or Just A Bubble?
Sometimes even a simple job
Like getting out of your bed
Might seem like a Herculean task
Sometimes you feel numb
Up to your little toes
Like there is an invisible bubble
surrounding you
Nothing seems to penetrate
Nothing seems to escape from that bubble either
Because there is nothing left inside it
The feeling of impending doom
Takes over you
And somehow it starts to give
You a feeling of HOME
You're more comfortable with
The idea of not seeing the light
Of the day
Rather than facing the atrocities
Of life the next morning
Liers are those people
Who don't admit to this feeling
Of getting lost sometimes
When someone says
"It's just a phase it will pass away"
You feel like curling up further inside
Your insides are dying with each passing moment
As you have to deal with such ignorance
We're all a bunch of idiots
So never let anyone define it as just "a phase"
For you
I know, I know
It's not that easy
Let it take it's natural course
Let it flow inside you like a river
Take your time!
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