December 4, 2015
The unsettling feeling of change
a heavy burden when you're like me
watching your artwork move before your eyes
I often feel the urge to leave
:::
Tempted to walk to the sill
Tempted to fall until
The vessel I've spent so long hating
Doesn't belong to me
:::
I crave happiness
Like you crave alcohol
Too bad we can't afford em'
I guess we must've spent it all
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Circles
PoetryTales of friendships gone stale and words from a teenager with borderline personality disorder.
