My thoughts mirror every object that hits my attention
******* me into a world
distraught, hurt, and in a frenzy..
When will the good times roll?
When will my hurt come out of what feels like a sunk in hole.
my whole is picked apart
hope is no longer attached.
I just feel under attack.
waiting like a fish
almost breathing under water
I feel sick when I just want to feel stronger..
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC
My thoughts mirror every object that hits my attention
******* me into a world
distraught, hurt, and in a frenzy..
When will the good times roll?
When will my hurt come out of what feels like a sunk in hole.
my whole is picked apart
hope is no longer attached.
I just feel under attack.
waiting like a fish
almost breathing under water
I feel sick when I just want to feel stronger..
