it’s hard to keep up
with what i’ve already said
it’s hard to look back
to make sure i’m not saying
what i’ve already said
it feels like i keep saying the same thing
screaming at the same wall
tugging at the same strings
inside my memories
is there a goal
is there an end
if i tear down the bricks
to find the me within
is there a promise
that i’ll find anything
worth finding?
if you’re listening
i need you to scream something back
so i know you’re there
04.17.23
