Get A Grip
I do things to myself.
I don't know how to be happy.
With or without people.. once I'm alone.. undistracted and in my own head..
I settle into my sadness and realize just how deep it can run.
And then I want nothing more than to continue to float in it.
At least I know I can always count on myself.
People come and go.
I myself leave others, I'm no exception to the rule.
I need to be patient.
I may be quiet and seem to not reach out, but inside I'm a bundle of emotions.
I need to work harder at.. everything.
It's too easy for me to hate the world.
I don't know how to be happy.
With or without people.. once I'm alone.. undistracted and in my own head..
I settle into my sadness and realize just how deep it can run.
And then I want nothing more than to continue to float in it.
At least I know I can always count on myself.
People come and go.
I myself leave others, I'm no exception to the rule.
I need to be patient.
I may be quiet and seem to not reach out, but inside I'm a bundle of emotions.
I need to work harder at.. everything.
It's too easy for me to hate the world.