Things have been trivial, yet stressful over the past month.
It seems to just be a lot of little things.
As I wake the first thoughts are usually of running away. Away from this town,state,country as far as I can.
Sometimes I just want to start over.
The only things that keep me here are opportunities for an uncertain future.
I just don't know.
My hearts melting
To tell you all the truth I need help man
My hearts big, but my sins are bigger
Its like "Fuck the world" I don't feel like I can win
I'm lost and I only seem to find demons
I just want to quit this life
It's like I'm tired of breathing
So through the stress I confess to you
The End
It seems to just be a lot of little things.
As I wake the first thoughts are usually of running away. Away from this town,state,country as far as I can.
Sometimes I just want to start over.
The only things that keep me here are opportunities for an uncertain future.
I just don't know.
My hearts melting
To tell you all the truth I need help man
My hearts big, but my sins are bigger
Its like "Fuck the world" I don't feel like I can win
I'm lost and I only seem to find demons
I just want to quit this life
It's like I'm tired of breathing
So through the stress I confess to you
The End
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suntlacrimae:
God, running away sounds nice right now.
brookelynne:
I've never been good at giving or taking advice, so I'll keep my mouth shut. Hope you feel better.