They slashed me up without bleeding me.
They hit me hard without a single touch.
Thoughts.
Don't they know what they're doing?
Don't they know that my mind is a place to ponder--
To think, not over-think?
I tried to run away, I tried to escape;
Only ending up back where I began to run,
Because they were my escape.
How amazing.
How unfair.
How thoughtless my thoughts tend to be.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 1:42 AM UTC
They slashed me up without bleeding me.
They hit me hard without a single touch.
Thoughts.
Don't they know what they're doing?
Don't they know that my mind is a place to ponder--
To think, not over-think?
I tried to run away, I tried to escape;
Only ending up back where I began to run,
Because they were my escape.
How amazing.
How unfair.
How thoughtless my thoughts tend to be.
