It is finally figured out
Wouldn’t be a dilemma for me anymore
Real or surreal, it stays as a memoir to me anyway
I’m not sad
I’m not anxious
Just disappointment waiting for me to let it in
Maybe I could just keep my door’s locked and I’ll be fine
Maybe I could just stay numb like I’m always determined to be
I’m not fine
I’m not alright
But I’m stable with myself
I’m controlling my feet to move forward no matter how hard
No matter how those nails are ready to be pointed at me
At least I’m not falling
I’m just bleeding with holes
Bleeding and keep on walking
Leaving my blood behind as I’m recovered…again and again
It's not even started yet
It’s not your fault to blame
But it is a goodbye to you
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