The 3 months and 3 weeks
haven't escaped me
but they're not behind me
and you're still around me
but i'm not with you still
the world knows this
but the upcoming 3 weeks and
3 days
are starting to hurt me and
i can't change the way things are
i forget what happiness is when the world
is(n't really) out to get me
and the people around me kill me
inside more than out
i hate the bandaid on my finger
that shows the world that i hurt
and the people around me kill me
inside more than out
i hate the bandaid on my finger
that shows the world that i hurt
I like those four lines a lot. They kind of inspired me to write, but then I had nothing to write. Just a strong desire to. I haven't written in a long time. Maybe I've lost the knack.
Scary stuff there. But I like those four lines a lot.