the moment my brain turns on I can't handle it, I'm not in control, just a baskseat driver
panic takes over.
all I can do to keep from exploding is to distract myself just a little longer,
to ignore the things that will keep getting worse the longer I wait,
until I have to face them at their worst of all.
I am not helping myself, but I cannot stop.
I finally realised its all my fault, but then it's not,
and it is 1:24 am
YOU ARE READING
Heartless and Disorientated
PoetryF. T. Willz wannabe I'm a tortured poet I guess -all photography is by me-