Delusion

DELUSION
People say that you get inspiration from rock bottom. 
That when you hit the ground. When there's no way you could fall more. You get back up again and you rise up. 

 Bullshit. 

 There is no rock bottom to hit. That cloud over you? It doesn't have a silver lining. The April showers won't bring any May flowers to your life.

 Anxiety is you. You are Anxiety. 

 If I had a penny for every time someone wrongfully said it would get better, I'd be rich but that won't happen because that would be nice. 

 And Life isn't giving you nice. 

 Sure you get breaks. Moments of tranquility. But that's just the calm before the storm. 
Sometimes I think maybe that's part of the torture. That ray of hope. Dangling in front of you as bait. And you fall for it. Everytime. 

 And then Life swoops in and snatches that hope and with the hammer of Reality it crushes your dreams. 

 And you're there on the ground picking up the shards, vowing you'll never fall for it again. 

 But you do. And the cycle repeats. Again 

 And again. 

 And again. 

 And every time, you lose a part of yourself. And become less alive.

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