Cheap Poetry Instead of Expensive Therapy
Consciousness in stream
Rubber smell in my nostrils
Fog, mist in my brain
Savagely isolated
Turning into a savage
Won’t do anything about it
Cheap poetry instead of expensive therapy
Stubbornly, obsessively lonely
"For how much longer are you gonna blame your parents for your problems?"
he said.
For as long as I live.
For as long as I fucking need.
Escaping from assholes is never easy.
Escape. Escape. Escape.
Escape I did.
I ran a bit too far away from everything
Too afraid to relive anything from my past.
I kept running
The danger was long gone
Dead and buried
And I keep on running
Barefoot
Bare soul
Brain fully activated
Perpetually on edge, tense.
Unable to get close to anyone and anything
Untethered, I float aimlessly
A leaf instead of a rock
A cloud instead of a mountain.
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