i use to do anything to stop my mind from the way it races
smoking weed, getting drunk even counting my paces
maybe it was depression or maybe it's anxiety?
whatever it was i still couldnt get pass that side of me
you know the saying "hurt people, hurt people"; i am an example of that
it's a hard but realistic fact
and when i feel that slight chance at change
its never quite within my range
it's always just beyond the edge of my fingertips
but still too far to reach out and grasp it
the more i moved forward, the more it draws back
as if its the reprisal and i was an attack
YOU ARE READING
All the words I've wanted to say but couldn't.
PoesíaEvery poem posted will be non-fictional and very dear to me. I choose to write poems about situations I've been through whether past or present. Entries aren't categorized or posted in any specific order. I am still learning, so many will be awful...
