I often think,
Of everything I wanted,
But in a blink,
I’m back to where I started.
I thought I really would care,
Judge myself into submission,
But my mind is just so bare,
From which there is no remission.
I often think,
Of everything I once wanted,
But in a blink,
I’m back to where I started.
My mind is dark,
It’s got nothing that I wanted,
The future is stark,
But that’s not what I wanted.
I’m left to think,
Of nothing I ever wanted,
But in a blink,
I’m back to where I started.
The curtain draws,
My future has departed,
The sound of claws,
Red is how we started.
Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 7:49 PM UTC
I often think,
Of everything I wanted,
But in a blink,
I’m back to where I started.
I thought I really would care,
Judge myself into submission,
But my mind is just so bare,
From which there is no remission.
I often think,
Of everything I once wanted,
But in a blink,
I’m back to where I started.
My mind is dark,
It’s got nothing that I wanted,
The future is stark,
But that’s not what I wanted.
I’m left to think,
Of nothing I ever wanted,
But in a blink,
I’m back to where I started.
The curtain draws,
My future has departed,
The sound of claws,
Red is how we started.
Sometimes the struggle is too much. I haven’t written here for a long time, and by accident fell upon this page. I’m in a dark place, I don’t see the light at the end of the tunnel which continues to engulf me- red is how we start; it’s how I end.
