I keep breaking myself down
while asking "Who's trying to crash my airplane?",
But I hold the broken parts of my heart
in the palms of my red & shaky hands.
I wish I was inside my body
taking control of my airplane,
going anywhere I want to
but I'm driving my life on autopilot.
Nobody is trying to save me now
but I'm in control of everything
for I hold the pieces of myself
So why do I feel so big?
Why am I so out of control?
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The Muse Of Nature & Incomprehensible Torture (poetry & prose)
PoetryThis collection of poetry and prose is all about my life, from the very beginning to very recently. It's a tale of my childhood, relationships of all kinds, all sorts of breakups, trauma, the ups and downs of being a teenage human, and the waves of...
