the return
It's coming back,
seeping through any hole that it can find,
stretching and crawling,
it knows no end as its always been here,
waiting for a time to come back,
maybe it's what really here and whats here should not be.
How do you decide who you are?
Is it a choice?
Can I choose?
Can I escape?
I cant go back yet it seems so much easier
not to lie, not to cheat
just be free with the emtpyiness
I think that I need to increase my meds again, funny seeing as a couple of days ago I was going to go off of them.
It only comes back when I have time to think but it's so tiring to repress.
I'm doing this to myself and I know that yet I can't seem to stop.
Maybe I don't what to stop and just want to admit it … I do want to admit it but I never can.
seeping through any hole that it can find,
stretching and crawling,
it knows no end as its always been here,
waiting for a time to come back,
maybe it's what really here and whats here should not be.
How do you decide who you are?
Is it a choice?
Can I choose?
Can I escape?
I cant go back yet it seems so much easier
not to lie, not to cheat
just be free with the emtpyiness
I think that I need to increase my meds again, funny seeing as a couple of days ago I was going to go off of them.
It only comes back when I have time to think but it's so tiring to repress.
I'm doing this to myself and I know that yet I can't seem to stop.
Maybe I don't what to stop and just want to admit it … I do want to admit it but I never can.