Ignorance is bliss, that’s what they say isn’t it?
Perhaps, it’s time i start believing the ‘they’ knows their shit
But, to believe that makes it so much worse
Acceptance this time, this time it hurts
I always could pretend, pretend this was it
That this was the worst that i can get
Yet every turn i make, i can’t just forget
Every distraction that shielded me from the hurt
Every mechanism keeping me sane
Everything, everyone has gone away
And now, now what’s left to make me care
To make me feel safe, so i don’t have to sit here and contemplate
God i’m scared that i don’t know what to do this time
Because now, when need it most, ignorance is escaping me
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I can feel this one a lot… great write.
Thank you.
the great thing about poetry is that it reveals the within.
Seems like sometimes it does its job a bit to well to be honest.
“Because now, when need it most, ignorance is escaping me”
Distractions like drugs do wear out, great work.
Yeah, the unfortunate truth. Thank you for reading.