I can’t wait to get out of this place.
To be free again.
But I’m not not free here, I just feel trapped
Like its my surroundings closing in on my
It’s the people I live with.
They’re inhabiting my mind
And creeping into my soul
But they can’t, I won’t let them
At home, I am me and nothing more or less
Me at my best
And at my worst
Truth be told, I’m still upset over the summer
And it’s too late to still be so sad
It comes in waves and occasionally a drought
But as darkness creeps in my heart reveals the light it has lost
The light was synthetic though
It wasn’t real in the slightest
It was designed to impress
But once turned on and things were brought to light
The light was empty
Flickering through my memories
Leading me in the shadows and bursts of light
This light was enough to get me nowhere
It went out at a time of utmost need
A time of fear
The light had misguided me
Into darkness to sit and wait
For the light that never was.
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