distract me, hurry please before i die
being busy is the only thing keeping me alive
because the moment its gets too quiet i remember all the things i miss
i go to look at the pictures and the maps and i cry
because all of a sudden i'm so much more alone
so please, distract me from these memories before they take control of my hands and make me do something i'll regret
YOU ARE READING
Heartless and Disorientated
PoetryF. T. Willz wannabe I'm a tortured poet I guess -all photography is by me-
