last night i got
an hour and a half
can't figure out
quite where i'm at
past demons
haunt my dreams
i'm worse off
than i seem
i was
healing for a while
now i'm just
acting like a child
guilt's eating
me alive or
got nothing left
to strive for
past blew a hole
right through my future
life pulled together
by only sutures
i took a drive
back to his home town
got halfway there
then turned around
time turns flames
to embers
but i'm still stuck
in last november
so what was all this for
i need a point to make
i can't stand to go to sleep
but i don't want to be awake
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride