Sweet sounds of beautiful constant noise

I’m humble in myself knowing I cannot leave this world without a valid reason

Honestly there is many times thinking to end it

Razor blades and loud music

Cure to a bad life

Not for me, not now

The love who holds my heart

The other who may also

My mother who held it together

Still living, breathing fresh air

I follow her, in her guided but foggy footsteps

I haven’t fucked it all up

Not yet

Give thanks to all the smoke

Into the lungs out to the air we breathe

Losing your touch with reality

No more people no more noise

There’s certain people you need

Others you stay away from

I stick with being alone

Lost with the others who are inside myself

I don’t belong here

But where exactly do you call here

Life ?

Not likely

By: Paige[

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