Someday I'll pack my bags
and just disappear.
I'd make sure to leave a note
so my loved ones will not come to tears.
But I won't tell them where I'm going
because I don't want anyone to know.
I need to go some place relaxing,
some place where my anxiety won't show.
I often dream all day, here and there,
about sailing the ocean,
despite my aquatic fear.
Something about the ocean,
and sailing
puts me at ease.
Maybe it's the openness,
I've lived most of my life surrounded by the trees.
Or maybe its the soothing sound of the waves
crashing, and splashing.
I'd take a few beers, a book, and I'd be straight relaxing.
I just want to FINALLY feel free!
I'm done with this crippling depression.
It's kind of funny how I'm supposed be my own person,
yet I'm chained to self oppression.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 10:43 AM UTC
Someday I'll pack my bags
and just disappear.
I'd make sure to leave a note
so my loved ones will not come to tears.
But I won't tell them where I'm going
because I don't want anyone to know.
I need to go some place relaxing,
some place where my anxiety won't show.
I often dream all day, here and there,
about sailing the ocean,
despite my aquatic fear.
Something about the ocean,
and sailing
puts me at ease.
Maybe it's the openness,
I've lived most of my life surrounded by the trees.
Or maybe its the soothing sound of the waves
crashing, and splashing.
I'd take a few beers, a book, and I'd be straight relaxing.
I just want to FINALLY feel free!
I'm done with this crippling depression.
It's kind of funny how I'm supposed be my own person,
yet I'm chained to self oppression.
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