WRITTEN WORD:
Please, I beg of you; please I am tired.
Tired of the struggle,
Tired, for this feeling of lonely settles upon my heart
and stays, burrowing its' way in.
Oh Lord, how does despair run so deep?
How does breathing become a chore?
I need a place to rest my soul,
a place lit, a place brimming with free flowing creativity and comfort.
Life's a mess,
chaotic brain
nervous tic
structureless
i need to call home.
songs: at the bottom/brand new & it hurts/angels&airwaves
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