It's been days with no one to talk too,
I've shed out all the light from my very bones,
though I'm surrounded by son I still cant feel anything but the darkness,
I feel consumed.
But by something I cant figure out,
which is myself.
Myself is a confused stray, staring into the window of a life I can easily touch but cant feel at the moment.
I have options,
But nothing I can grasp by the soul and use to wake me up.
So I sit here perched with a lit cigarette attempting to carry on and pretend I know what I'm doing.
But little do you know I'm bonkers.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 5:12 PM UTC
It's been days with no one to talk too,
I've shed out all the light from my very bones,
though I'm surrounded by son I still cant feel anything but the darkness,
I feel consumed.
But by something I cant figure out,
which is myself.
Myself is a confused stray, staring into the window of a life I can easily touch but cant feel at the moment.
I have options,
But nothing I can grasp by the soul and use to wake me up.
So I sit here perched with a lit cigarette attempting to carry on and pretend I know what I'm doing.
But little do you know I'm bonkers.
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