The only thing making me sick
is my brain working to intense,
not letting go of all the bricks
that you’ve thrown at me with contents
that are not mine.
I’m still learning not to combine
your broken segments
with my not-yet-healed pieces that will easily define
with that shit that is not mine.
I’m not gonna throw
your bricks back to you
‚cause you‘ re also going through.
But I won’t catch them for you
All I wanna do
is letting that shit passing through.