Killing my old self.

A Poem by masochist

This refers to my attempted closure on all the trauma and mental instability I endured. It's time for a change inside myself.

I have decided to accompany
myself with all that I know.
The walls act like they have ears,
I see everything behind the drywall.
As if there was a pulse in the confinement,
I trust the place I call my cage.
I accept the evil that was spilled here,
with open wounds or unleashed rage.
I forgive the times I have fell into,
A grave I call serenity.
It isn’t fair to drag myself into the dirt with,
A rusted shovel!
I should just defeat the fixation for
false promises.
Life is love, you must learn to embrace the existing and
the nonexistent.
Things come to our lap like a dropped jaw.
There is no such entity as time,
Stop the numbers.
Forget organization, forget planning,
Just run, be free.
Breathe in the air and let it make you smile.
There’s no locked doors here,
We all have our axes.