Its hard to write when your mind feels suffocated,
Hemmed in with all the daily stuff that grinds your spirit to a halt.
So fuckin frustrated by the situation,
And my own hand in it...
I'm so tied here,
So roped in to all the tangled scenarios and painful memories.
I wanna break free,
I do,
If not from this place,
At least from my own insanity.
Constant questioning,
And reliving of old faces and familiarities,
The need to be held,
Adored,
Wanted,
Really wanted,
Is an all consuming thought.
A thought that may never be realised,
At least not here,
Not in this place,
Not by him.
Facing that reality is hard,
Right now,
I choose denial,
Right or wrong,
It's the path I choose to take,
For now.....
