Thought a lot
A nonstop music track in my head
They were quiet and then not
Can't really stop your own thoughts
If only I didn't fuck up
If only I left my job before it left me bankrupt
Yeah I was fucked
Well you should of left sooner
How would I even leave
When your whole entirety is rooted there
Well its in the past
Over it now; time to move on
But I don't want to move on
I want this to end
We've been rumorously through this over and over again
It's fair enough
What do I even have left
A few spare clothes
And my stuffed animal
All I need is a solid plan
Escape freedom here at last.
YOU ARE READING
Getting Better
PoetryThrough and through I have felt down, and even though this, I never thought recovery would really be this hard... Back and forth, up and down, read on to hear my struggle through out.
