Questions, circles, voices
Here I am.
Going around in circles in my head, even though everything should've ended, here I am like I've never moved, still circling around and round and round. And I find myself back here, this last succour. I honestly didn't think I'd come back here, and it almost feels like, this is it, you know? Coming back because there is no where else, no one else, a clear sign that it is perhaps all in vain and all fucked up, because I'n here again, because I have voices in my head asking questions and those voices are verbalising, utterance crawling from my throat and I let it, I let it out, hearing my mouth mouth words and questions that make no sense.
And what am I doing here? I mean, There's nobody to talk to, but this isn't going to help or make the voices go away or sort things out, it's probably a bit too far gone now.
It is too far gone.
Going around in circles in my head, even though everything should've ended, here I am like I've never moved, still circling around and round and round. And I find myself back here, this last succour. I honestly didn't think I'd come back here, and it almost feels like, this is it, you know? Coming back because there is no where else, no one else, a clear sign that it is perhaps all in vain and all fucked up, because I'n here again, because I have voices in my head asking questions and those voices are verbalising, utterance crawling from my throat and I let it, I let it out, hearing my mouth mouth words and questions that make no sense.
And what am I doing here? I mean, There's nobody to talk to, but this isn't going to help or make the voices go away or sort things out, it's probably a bit too far gone now.
It is too far gone.