This Is Your Prison

Pseudo-self has taken over
Already dead yet living a life
Somehow feels both empty and heavy
Like you lose and gain
At the same time

Is this healing
Is this self care
Are you really healing
Or just filling the void of what used to be there
There no such thing as healing
What is damaged does not repair
The space that it once filled
Is now as vacant as your stare

Life takes a back seat
A broken mind cripples the days
At night you wish you were dead
If you had the audacity you'd find a way

Is this called healing
Is this called self care
Medicate yourself
With the shit that got you there
It won't stop hurting
Incoherent mental despair
Don't lie to yourself
The pains not going anywhere

Trauma stops you in your tracks
Feels like no one has your back

False-self takes over
You're not you anymore
Forgot who you are
Just a ghost of yourself
Somehow dead
Yet living a life

This is your prison



Credits
Writer(s): Jason Roberts
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