How to Exit Self-Destruct Mode?
Everything I'm meant to do
feels it's meant to be a poem.
And every self destructive act:
suffering from being alone.
(Why did I not learn to acknowledge my own
presence?)
Caught in between the sun rays,
how did I not learn to see the light?
feels it's meant to be a poem.
And every self destructive act:
suffering from being alone.
(Why did I not learn to acknowledge my own
presence?)
Caught in between the sun rays,
how did I not learn to see the light?