It’s not real and not to deep down I know it isn’t, but I still have my shovel. The world might point to a different existence but I still look to the sky believing somehow it will all just work out. Toxicity, abuse and pain I sweep under the rug trying to find a drop in a cup that others see as empty. There are many escape hatches I use to mask what is going on although sometimes the mask appears to be pulled away. Maybe one day I’ll escape or instead I’ll just allow my mind to continue to do so instead.
FOOTNOTE- Sometimes knowing the pain is easy then escaping from it.