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