The Way 🇰🇪

Hello journal my oldest friend
The well of all my secrets
The vial for my crooked soul
I’m here to tattoo your skin again
Always making you take all this pain
I am carving it with my words
And sculpting it in my deeds
The image of perfection they desire
But at the cost of losing myself
Filtered in blood and crooked smiles
The clock keeps ticking life away
And all flesh wounds are healing
But my mind bears deep scars
That time cannot possibly heal
This pain is too tough to bear
But feeling empty is way worse
For pain will always subside slowly
But emptiness grows with time
Sometimes I wish I could time jump
Into my oldest age on this planet
And live those last moments
Cradled with echoing silence