Promises mean nothing when they're consistently...
Like disgruntled waves crashing in the ocean...
Misery is like snakes squeezing the life out of...
Hurting so deeply, not knowing what to say...
This is me now-
A heart woven from leftover strings...
It's the simplest activities in life,
That are somehow becoming much more complicated...
There’s a marionette inside my heart,
Tangled into knotted string...
Sick of pretending;
Getting up and going to work...
I find myself yawning again and again,
But I can't sleep, which is a real pain...
Alone;
Drowning in an ocean of a million people, I feel...
People come & go quite recently.
They tell me they are sad...
... it rained today, and yesterday
my bluey sky, growls black and grey...
Often times I find myself stuck, like a stick in...
And the harder that I fight it, the deeper that...
I act, think later
have given in to bad choices...