I wasn't In control for a while there
It was like my mind was a car
and I got strapped into the backseat
While someone else was driving
I only meant to give myself a minor retreat
while the other me worked on my own depriving
But then I found the only thing I could control
Was how hard I hugged my poor friend.
while the other me's rudeness took it's toll
I watched helplessly as they gained wounds to mend.
their eyes shinned a little less
and the air began to stall
but it was so far away
I'm sorry.
It may have been my voice that spoke but it wasn't my words.
YOU ARE READING
My Mind
Short StoryI'm basically writing stuff that pops into my mind- that makes sense anyway. Though I do have depression so that kinda the theme for this book- it's more of an outlet than anything, even if I am super happy from time to time.
