I'm not sure why God picked this path for me
The views have been shitty
The plot is not pretty
I feel like I'm slowly loosing my mind
Loosing my grip on reality
I feel like my mind is an empty place
Where dreams drift around
But don't have enough weight
To become a reality
Why did God bestow this plan
On anyone?
One that seems to hold no promises
Only a pocket of crumpled receipts
And cut up wrist bands
From all the nights
I thought it could be falling in love
But instead was met with lies and false intentions
I just want to go back home
But I'm not sure where that is anymore
I want to turn back time
But I'm not sure where I have memories
Worth remembering
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Where do I go from here?
PoetryMoving forward isn't easy. I've found myself in life's waiting room. Some days I feel like I'm doing great and other days I feel like I'm waiting for life to begin. Nobody tells you how to be an adult. There is no guide book to falling in love. Al...
