Covering my face with my long black hair
I feel my depression about to reoccur,
rolling down the hill of self mutilation,
filling my future with utter devastation.
The rushing tides of life begin to reappear
as all my confidence starts to disappear.
I look deep inside in my malfunctioned mind
and realise that I am one of a kind.
In total fear of what is yet to come;
my nought-to-sixty mind has already begun.
I’m not sure on where I should go this time:
maybe it’s a possibility it’s time to resign?
Carrying devastation throughout my travels
hoping that one day confusion unravels.
Then I’ll drag my tired body from under the rock
and no longer fear the ticking of a clock.
Author notes
Still in need of a little work.
Comments
-
wow this is good
-
i feel you on this one!
Adding your comment:
