Better Than ThisA Poem by A. E. RedIt's time for a change but I don't know if I can. Am I too far gone, made too many mistakes? Did I miss my chance at Sanity or normalcy or love?
There has to be a bigger picture, I'm just not seeing it yet. Is there a surface, or am I forever drowning? I can't do rock bottom again. Scars can only be broken open so. Many. Times... before they don't heal anymore.
Nobody can save me, I have to save myself. These kisses and whispers and sleepovers... It's a temporary fix doing permanent damage.
I can't lose myself. I am better than this. © 2017 A. E. Red |
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Added on June 26, 2017 Last Updated on June 26, 2017 AuthorA. E. RedCharles City, IAAboutI am a walking oxymoron. Sad, but silly. Lazy, yet anxious. Horror-obsessed and phobic. A loner who craves attention and company. An obsessive-compulsive, yet careless woman. I'm a 29 year old mother .. more..Writing
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