So I replaced our words with ones that only I can see...
I still can't find peace and it isn't your fault.
Sometimes I look out across the city skyline and try to imagine myself as a bird flying away from here.
Sometimes I imagine you as the bird too.
Yeah I guess this what they say happens.
Maybe if I make it through this I get a medal.
No, probably not.
What could possibly happen next?
This life has made me think that I couldn't have possibly prepared for the way things have turned, but I know in my heart that it was my own actions and reactions that caused the chaos laying in front of me.
I try to hold on and rebuild with whatever broken pieces are left, but I cut my hands on the memories and curse myself with the moments.
I wish that I could've made you proud
I wish that I would've changed
I was always my way out
But now I've seen it too late
We'll see where the wind goes maybe it'll take us far away
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Reads This
Short StoryA day in the life of the lost. Welcome to a world you can't control, can anyone understand it? Fail to figure anything out and fail to read this.
