On The Edge

I’ve been stuck

Nothing to do and nowhere to go


Finding something to keep my brain occupied

An escape from hell I call me head


I could paint but it’s never perfect


I could sing but my voice is pitchy


I could watch tv but escapism only goes so far


I could read but I get tired


I could write but I’m stuck on the same page for days, weeks, months


I could dance but my lungs can’t take it


I could make friends but going out costs too much money


I just want an outlet

Something to fill the dark


Something beautiful

Something blissful

Something bright


An escape


But still I’m here stuck in my head

Begging for release

Begging to be saved


Apparently my hobbies can only do so much


Any advice to help?

Because fighting for myself

By myself


I’m crying nonstop and searching for small hopes

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