to be driven all the way to crazy, and still have a home to come back to
is all i ask for, and i swear i’ll repent for all the trouble i cause
i’ve been praying to a God-
that maybe i can start to sleep
and start to eat
and feel better about everything that should be
i hope someone or something is hearing me
it’s taking all my energy
i pray i am supplied with a new found knowledge that there is a permanent remedy
“this song reminded me of you, helpless
melancholy”
is something i was told recently
was i supposed to find that charming?
maybe i am stuck like this
maybe there is not any hope for me
never changing
because everytime i start to feel happy
and whole
it never reaches my soul
happiness is always just… right… there… in full view,
i have enough hope
and then it takes flight like a butterfly
im “trying to catch it every night”
i will always be better off alone
yeah he was right
home is not a house
and this house is no where near home
i think i want go back
to where ever that was before being born
-g.m.t.
About the Creator
g.m.t
bare bones,
here are rests the things ive wrote,
to purge, to mend whats broke.
read, or dont. <3
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