I am tired of finding pleasure,
in the cup of my hand,
in running away,
from an awful man.
I can't believe,
how much time has passed.
on my own finding pleasure,
I know it won't last.
I know what I want,
how to get there,
I have the drive,
but I can't last.
I don't what I need to do,
I am at an impasse.
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 7:37 PM UTC
I am tired of finding pleasure,
in the cup of my hand,
in running away,
from an awful man.
I can't believe,
how much time has passed.
on my own finding pleasure,
I know it won't last.
I know what I want,
how to get there,
I have the drive,
but I can't last.
I don't what I need to do,
I am at an impasse.
I am just writing out my feelings here. if you do read any of my writings thank you!