Here I am, back again. Black and white plans minus the pen. See I know life tends to go in a circle, why do I bother write these things? Poetry is the only place I can go to talk to you.
See I made some room, empty out the vessel that is me I've grown to crave being alone, take a piece of happiness and have it be a memory. What I seek is distance I know I'm just running away. Thoughts have gotten dark cause nothing is getting better believe me it's not ok.
I'm leaving, I'm going don't look for me. I'm running, not joking I give up on being me. Running, running, I overstep my bounds so I'll stop trying. Listen it's hard to tell if our options are even the best verdict I like how I word it
Running on fumes I'm empty, wanting attention at the same time preference the neglect I write lyrics, I write songs and voice my agony. The minute I spit these lines you know there is depth to me. Don't look at me hide your face truth to never see I think this is last time I'll break there is no more space to hold in the essence of me.
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Book Of Reux
PoetryA collection of poems, these are the words and thoughts trapped in my head, the darkness, pain, light and dread. Humans are after all open books
