My wrists yearn for another touch
My mind searches for some sort of resort
I’m lost in this maze no understanding on how to escape
My mind, the maze
My wrists hold the map
Figuring my way out is more difficult than seen
The map is drenched in pain and what seems like rain
I can no longer see
The way out seems as if it was just a dream
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC
My wrists yearn for another touch
My mind searches for some sort of resort
I’m lost in this maze no understanding on how to escape
My mind, the maze
My wrists hold the map
Figuring my way out is more difficult than seen
The map is drenched in pain and what seems like rain
I can no longer see
The way out seems as if it was just a dream
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