I'm on a tight rope
I hold on tight.
Staying in place.
But I don't feel safe,
I almost want to go back to summer
Knowing it was when I was at my worst
It was comforting
I miss that comfort
Now im just here
Same thing everyday
It's so fucking boring
I feel myself slipping again
I shy away
I want to fall again
I want to let go
YOU ARE READING
The Fine Art Of Giving Up
PoesíaI guess this is just me fucking around and writing whatever pops to mind. Feel free to ignore this it's mainly for my benefit 🤠
