Everything makes perfect sense.
I am stuck in a circle.
ROUND and ROUND we goooo
Attracting those that are like me but saying they’re wrong.
I am deeply wounded and searching.
I am vulnerable and not afraid to admit it.
Screaming at the world becomes so tiresome.
I’m craving that care that I’ve been missing for so long.
It stings sometime.
Home is where the heart is…?
Then I’m fucked!
Do you see me here?
Can you hear me?
I feel like I’m going crazy.
I need to be free!
Release me!
“Keep up! keep up! You little bitch!”
I’m lost.
Mellow-dramatic, confused child bleeds through me.
I am soo fucked up I cant even walk straight.
Give me…
Time. Please. I will catch on.
I’m just a little slower than the rest.
I’m sorry, I don’t mean to cry. I cant help it. My heart hurts. My soul hurts.
Where is she?
She doesn’t see me.
She doesn’t feel me.
Orphan.
I am short circuiting.
Sometime I cry and reach for her.
Like I’m 2.
Like she’s perfect.
Sometime.
It doesn’t make perfect sense anymore.
Round and round I goo…
I wanna go home.
Home is where the heart is?
Well, I’m just fucked!
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