Am I free?
Is this what freedom feels like?
Acceptance--
Forgiveness--
Apathy?
Am I free?
When I look at you
I no longer feel the hurt.
When I think of you
I no longer feel the longing.
Am I free?
Am I just relaxing before another relapse?
Am I just masking everything?
Is this just the calming before the storm?
Am I really free?
I no longer want to cry in the morning
However, the feeling comes at night.
It's only when I'm all alone
Just like everyone else.
I think.
I ponder.
I wonder.
Is this freedom?
Perhaps I'm locked inside of myself
Perhaps there's no such thing as a key
Maybe there's no such thing as a better you
But, still, I think.
I ponder.
I wonder.
Am I truly, undoubtedly free?
No.
But I will be soon.
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