I thought I was in control.
I promised myself that it wouldn’t happen again,
And it was going so well, it really was.
But things appear to have fallen through.
I tried, you know, I really did,
But it’s like a darkness consumes me,
A howling tempest grips my chest,
And no matter how hard I struggle,
I just cannot break free.
My mind tells one story,
My mouth expresses another.
Words that are not my own form,
And all that remains are regrets.
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 7:06 PM UTC
I thought I was in control.
I promised myself that it wouldn’t happen again,
And it was going so well, it really was.
But things appear to have fallen through.
I tried, you know, I really did,
But it’s like a darkness consumes me,
A howling tempest grips my chest,
And no matter how hard I struggle,
I just cannot break free.
My mind tells one story,
My mouth expresses another.
Words that are not my own form,
And all that remains are regrets.