I need to get away, find a better sense of time,
I need to get away, find a better sense of self,
I need to get away, whilst my life is still in its prime,
I need to get away, for the sake of my mental health,
I need to find a new outlook on life,
To combat all in my day-to-day which causes strife,
I need to help myself some way, some how,
All it takes is elbow grease and sweat I wipe from my brow,
Maybe I'll be spending my whole life chasing happiness that can never be mine,
And maybe I won't ever live up to all I was supposed to be,
But maybe that's okay, and maybe it's enough to simply say I'm fine,
That my own happiness and well-being is enough for now, is enough for me.
YOU ARE READING
words kept close and spoken in the dark [POETRY - Completed]
General FictionMATURE THEMES THROUGHOUT. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. A collection of my best written prose pieces, some inspired by existing fiction, some original. [COMPLETED]