Stuck,

Stuck in a world,

A world of change and disappointment,

Disappointing and being disappointed is the easy part,

Knowing how to change or wanting to change is the hard part.

We suffer from heartache and sadness but a part of us craves the disappointment in life,

The high of happiness is what drives us to depression,

We crave the satisfaction of knowing we can get through life

knowing we are strong and not completely broken and torn.

We crave achievements,

We want to be praised for them and known by them,

But when it comes to mistakes we try to erase ourselves from them as if they never happened, We should stand by our mistakes and reflect,

Reflect on how we could change,

But we are too ashamed to even believe we messed up.

We see the change we could make,

But we turn our backs to it and go through our daily routines of breaking ourselves down.

We sit and dwell in our thoughts,

We drown ourselves in our own feelings,

But for some reason,

We still can't explain ourselves.

So is it the change we don't want?

Not completely knowing what's going to happen when we cross the bridge,

The bridge of changing our ways?

We talk about being strong during hard times,

A strong person is someone who is confident in themselves,

And has hope to cross the bridge that changes them.

If we are strong,

Then why do we not act on this?

Is there a person?

The sweet sympathy of a human being?

One that can also cause the splatters of tear drops on your clothes?

The lips of a person?

Sweet beautiful words that turn into dreadful hatred?

All we desire is for someone to understand,

Understand our thoughts and actions,

As humans we were created to relate to others,

At times it feels impossible,

We feel vacant and desolate,

Like aliens to society,

Eccentric and distinct.

We poison our blood, flesh, and bones with anything we can get our hands on

To take us away from the pain and torture of our own thoughts,

We start to fade away,

Away from society and ourselves,

Then we return,

Worse than before.

We crave love and understanding,

Another heartbeat,

Maybe the loss of our own heartbeat.

Wanting to be comfortable,

But too many of us are comfortable in the depths of our saddest moments.

Sometimes what drives us through our pain is a dream or a passion,

Nothing can ruin what we love and dream about,

But sometimes reality sieges control,

It’s excruciating,

It’s agonizingly excruciating.

There may be obstacles in the way,

But sometimes a surge of hope keeps a person going.

It’s like gazing at the bridge,

But instead of crossing it you turn around and walk right back from where you came.

The thing is you will always find yourself back at that bridge,

So what’s keeping you from crossing it?