Monday, June 26, 2017

Gone

I'm not sure what going through my head. I'm falling on old habits.
If the agreement goes through then I have not moved forward 

Running away
Planning my suicide. 
Taking each day with a frustrated expression 
I'll run to the lake
Sit at the edge. 
Drink myself silly.
Take my pills 
Let myself be taken by the waves.
Engulfed in what I fear the most


Can I curl up into a tiny little ball?





I can't seem to...

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