I scream but I can barely hear my voice. Am I fading away? I feel like my old self. The poet within me has awaken once again.. he only comes out to speak of melancholy things. I am not comfortable within my own skin and want to escape myself.. just like the old me. I can see how easily I could become, not a drug user, but a drug addict. Seeking the high just so i don't have to be myself for a bit. I keep picturing it in my mind. There's no coming back from that.
In this state of mind I don't understand what makes others get out of the bed in the morning.. does getting what you want feel any different than not getting anything at all.. is happiness just a glimmer in the darkness?
Things could easily escalate, but I keep reminding myself that I have to to wake up tomorrow.
I feel slightly better letting that out.
 niatsu · Thu Jan 19, 2012 @ 04:20pm · 0 Comments |
