I’m so fucking sorry, but I’m not sure what for.

I’m not sure how to try anymore. The dissonance makes pull away, but then you push forward and we both stumble backwards.

Don’t you remember how lovely we used to balance on uneven ground? We’d watch our world turn to ruins and be each other’s hero’s. Save the town. Deem it sacred. Make it ours. Watch the whole thing rise and fall like our breathing.

Do you remember the part where we swore to never bend? But, I feel it breaking beneath us. And now I need to bend my bones in order to save myself. The parts we sewed together to make us intertwined forever and ever are untangling. This time it’s different. Do you feel that way too? Tell me the truth so that I can guess if it’s really a lie.

I’m so fucking sorry, but I’m not sure what for. Long live those hero’s because I miss their spirits. I’m not sure how to try anymore. -AMT©️

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AMT WRITING

Original writings about mental health and the challenges of being human.