hands on the wheel,
my vision in black and white,
just like a movie reel.
this road seems endless,
these lights everlasting.
the same songs keep repeating,
another rainy night.
it's always hard to tell wrong from right.
i always seem to lose sight
of the things that matter.
social oppression keeps me
at the bottom of the ladder.
my smile is bright but my thoughts,
they're getting darker.
my steps are the light but the burdens,
they're getting heavier.
hands on the wheel,
i can't describe what i feel.
i have no destination,
i'm just trapped here with my imagination.
YOU ARE READING
i still wait for you.
Poetrypoems and writings for the broken. previously, "i will wait for you until the very end" cover credits to baybiwillow TW if you or a loved one is experiencing suicidal thoughts, please call or text (or have them call or text) the National Suicide P...
