The more I think about the past, the more I wish I can push stop and hit rewind
Never did I try or I did not try hard enough
Its haunting me and I feel more alone in the universe then ever
Someone give me a map to light the way home
The door won't budge and I can't pry it open
What's happening to me?
Pressure builds up in my mind and I can feel it coming to a halt
Does my mind mean anything?
I'm nothing more than human making mistakes in
a world of imperfection
I can feel my tank emptying day by day
The more I reflect on my past, the more I wish I can rewind
If i could I would try again and do things right
YOU ARE READING
Me, myself and I
Poetry"I find comfort in my desolation. I don't need no trouble, it's just me, myself and I" My first volume of poetry. Maybe I'll make another one. I don't know yet.
