Just For Now

I don’t own my life
I might be in my body
But my body is never mine
All I have said is just phrases of junk ready to be demolished
I talk crap with the mind of rubbish
I’m shattered with every piece falling inside of me
I’m suffocated with every breath cutting out of my heart
But I like me for every inch I have
I adore my life for not being mine
And I’m profoundly keen on every disposal crap out from me
For every piece falling out inside me
I’m obsessed with the depression that glues me back together
For every breath cutting out of my heart
I desire the air of my vulnerable cubicle
It makes me odd for saying this
But if I’ve ever reckoned my current awareness again
I’m willing to let the words out of my mouth
That I cherish every little bit dejection I have in me
Just for right now
I love me for being agonized by me and everything surrounds me