using other people as a crutch, that is until they get sick of me.
then it is out on my face again.
tired of the same old shit.
day in.
day out.
abandoned.
left.
alone.
damaged goods, looked over, not wanted.
fighting till i can't fucking fight anymore, giving all i am.
adrenaline pumping.
mind racing.
sleep deprived.
fists up ready to hurt someone.
but at the same time, not wanting to hurt anyone.
i know how it feels.
sleep.
coming, going, sleep.
am i awake?
should i be asleep?
questions remain unanswered.
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