The middle

you touched the parts of me

i still didn't know how to hold.

i touched the parts of you

you never planned to fix.

i was so busy trying to escape.

some nights i swear

i can feel the weight.

i am far from cured,

but i am no longer caged.

i meet new monsters

Every single day.

the first time i felt everything,

it burned so much,

I knew,

i was finally coming back to life.

i've been on the run from myself,

For most of my life. full of love & empty hands.

Determined to find out, if it was wrong or right.

everything hurts until it heals. everything breaks makes it real.

this is not failure. this is the middle.

it took losing everything

that wasn't me to find the parts that were.

i'd wandered so far, i forgot how to find me.

i'd gone too quiet inside myself, learning how to sound like everyone else. until everything caught up, and there was nowhere left to go.

i was my own bad guy. so deeply the moment becomes permanent.

It's not a memory. But a dent.

time keeps going. But I am spent.

i can feel the weight of every version of me

i buried to survive.

i have to get you out of my head.

Only then I will thrive.

now i'm living with myself by letting you go.

everything hurts until it heals.

everything breaks until it becomes whole.

i've been on the run from myself,

For most of my life. full of love & empty hands.

Determined to find out, if it was wrong or right.

everything hurts until it heals. everything breaks makes it real.

this is not failure. this is the middle.

it took losing everything

that wasn't me to find the parts that were.

i'd wandered so far, i forgot how to find me.

i'd gone too quiet inside myself, learning how to sound like everyone else. until everything caught up, and there was nowhere left to go.

i was my own bad guy. so deeply the moment becomes permanent.

you touched the parts of me

i still didn't know how to hold.

i touched the parts of you

you never planned to fix.

i am far from cured, but

i am no longer caged.

i've been on the run from myself,

For most of my life. full of love & empty hands.

Determined to find out, if it was wrong or right.

everything hurts until it heals. everything breaks makes it real.

this is not failure. this is the middle.

it took losing everything

that wasn't me to find the parts that were.

i'd wandered so far, i forgot how to find me.

i'd gone too quiet inside myself, learning how to sound like everyone else. until everything caught up, and there was nowhere left to go.

i was my own bad guy. so deeply the moment becomes permanent.