Sitting here, swinging..
When is it going to stop?
I stopped kicking my feet what seems like years ago.
I wonder if I should just take my chances and jump..
No, it's far too dangerous.
I'd try calling for help, but my vocal cords stopped working after the first month of screaming for someone to come to my rescue.
I guess I'd better keep holding on just in case someone does come along..
So I sit here, day after day,
with nothing but time on my hands.
I sit in this swing made of unbreakable chains,
trying to remember what it feels like to walk on my own two feet..
I sit in this swing, wondering if this is what I'm meant to do for the rest of my life. Maybe I'll never know..
- Me (4/07/15)
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How I Really Feel
PuisiShort stories and poems, most of which are written at some of my lowest points. I've been writing a lot and sharing it to my Instagram, but I figured I'd give my inner thoughts for you here to look at. I'm going to be starting from the beginning, fr...
