You know, in that place called the mind palace,
Where you usually get lost for hours;
There is a bin
And it stores all your trash.
Trashy results, trashy nights and days,
Trashy thoughts, profiles of bad people,
And everyday or every week comes a trash collector.
So you take that bin and you go out
But somehow you can't give it away
So you open it and you look inside
Inside this dirtbag, you can't seem to leave
And you go through whatever is inside
Just to know what's stopping you
And sometimes or maybe often
You dive in a little too deep
On and on you go, relieving those things again
The anger, the sadness, the despair
After which you can't seem to find your way out
Out of this rotten bin
And then you come to accept that there is nothing that can satisfy you outside
So you keep going through the same darkness
Again
And again
And again
‘Til you actually forget that a world of good things waits just outside the hem of the cover
A world where you deserve everything you have achieved
Where despite the hurdles or even the smaller pebbles
You managed to make something out of yourself
Around people who love you
People who respect you
With people who stand by you
You just have to be strong enough to climb out
And then you can let others take care of you for a while
Because until you climb out, it's a hopeless world
Outside its brighter
Outside its stronger
Only then will you find happiness
Only then will you find peace
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Author:
Nikita03 (
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- Published: September 3rd, 2023 12:33
- Category: Reflection
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