Ask me if I had enough.

2020 is or was a bluff 

for the destruction of what I thought I had

building all the way up.

if the present isn’t linear 

then why can’t i stop looking up?

if the past does not exist

why does it always creep up?

I, once a Quantanium sprayed ora

that now seems to only have collected dust.

So please, I beg you.

Ask me if I had enough.

 

When you look in the mirror and only see what was

There is no current image of was supposed to add up

All that is there is 

a broken subtle punch

from the inflictions of all the trauma I was throwing up

 

Nausea disguised as opportunity 

Heartache disguised as love 

Abuse disguised as a melody 

that I always knew all the lyrics to.

 

I’ve become filled just as equal as I’ve become broken.

now I am overflowing, tear ducts wide open.

 

Ask me If I had enough.

I wish I could tell

I wish that I could escape; find my wishing well

run into that character that could grant me the spell

To empty my filled glass, poured specifically in hell.

 

“Enough” does not exist that is what creates the fail

It is a never ending stretch until the funeral bells

If the metal collision was not my particular time

the first or the second 

Shouldn’t I feel more alive?

 

I am just who I am

“It is what it is” they say

 

But please,

Ask me If I had enough.

By now i think you can.