SingularityPoetry: Rubbed raw

donderdag 4 september 2025

Rubbed raw

If I asked you for a minute,

will you give me your time?

I wished I used to believe them

when they said that time flies.

I have lost so many seconds

chasing the idea of forever

but now I no longer recognise

what's happened to my life.

There's a scream stuck in my throat

and it's leaving me choked.

I hit the floor bleeding out

the words I never spoke.

Holding on to expired things like

the advice I wanted to ask for.

Losing myself in the depth of everything

until I no longer float.

~And I can't feel.

And I can't feel.

Is this even real?~

All I'm left with is anger,

and that is not enough.

Let me burn it down.

Let me open up.

My soul is rubbed raw like I have taken a fall.

My chest tight with everything I repressed.

I still remember a different version of you.

I scratch the memories in so I won't forget.

All of the hurt never stops weighing me down.

I keep replaying all the things that I now regret.

A visual of the persons we both were before.

I burn the memories in so I won't forget.

Time started to chase me

and it has me captured now.

I can't escape the truth of it all

when pinned to the ground.

No matter what I do,

I can't escape the hurt

and the things that changed.

Please. I want out.

Every time I turn my back, the rollercoaster restarts.

Everything moves so fast and I can't keep up.

It feels like drowning in my own breath.

I cut the memories in, in the hope it stops.

Life keeps its pace and it's moving along

as my emotions are slowly catching up.

I don't know how much more I can take.

I sear the memories in, in the hope it stops.

~These are the things I don't know.

These are the tears that won't flow.

This is the pain that has me blocked.

These are the thoughts that left me stuck.

This is a wound that won't heal.

These are new feelings I can't feel.

This is an end to what was before.

This is a new time no one asked for.

This is not where the story stops.~