Getting used

 The idea its starting to set in, now

It's not floating the void of my empty brain no more

the grip on reality is fixing, the realization materialized

I am getting used to accepting it

I can call forward all my grievances, but they just sound like electric repeating voice boxes

Its okay, it will be okay

We can manage the feelings, the situation, the world

Sadness is just a state, as are all the other dead ends

We stride and run

laugh and scream

Just another monday, amirite

Just another life

Another year, another pain

I can get used to this