trying to heal from something that seems everlasting
there's no words
more than anything I'm furious with myself
though you're the source of my first agony
I'm my enabler
I broke free for comfort instead of stability
I longed to be coddled instead of motivated
my heart has never desired wealth only love
does that make me too young ?
does that make me dumb?
my soul has never craved riches
It craves peace
In another life I was finally free
somewhere on the island with white sand on my feet
all my love ones next to me
no worries, no need for money
as many babies I could feed
I really love to dream
because this reality is the furthest thing from being ME
we're told to work for what we need
what if what I need is something make believe
just bare with me
sometimes I feel free as a bird
sometimes I'm trapped screaming begging to be released
the love is temporary
my heart just won't let me
I can't fall again
damaged , probably broken
maybe I should've healed from you
so quick to numb
or indulge in a temporary fix
most of the time I'm high as shit
TBC..
