Often I find myself longing
Longing for touch
For my father
For a boy
For better friends
Longing to leave
To escape
Escaping this reality
Escaping my father
Escaping silly boys
Escaping my friends
Longing to Leave
Am I repeating myself?
Stating the same things over and over and over until I am empty of my thoughts?
Flooding pages as I breathe out my innermost thoughts?
Or, are you breathing in my words with the same thoughts and feelings?
