My mind is cluttered
So very confused
Which way do I turn?
Who do I turn to?
The darkness closes in again
The need to run is so very close
The need to fight dying
I don’t want to anymore
Don’t know what I want
Who I want to be with
Where do I go from here?
…. life was not suppose to be this hard.
…. life was suppose to be settled now.
…. life was suppose to be many things.
I was suppose to be living now not just surviving. I am tired of surviving.
But I survive.
It’s what I do best.
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