part 10

Roses are red

violets are dead

and here I am messing with my own head

so sad I feel bad running out of hope drifting down the slippery slope

I am sliding down hoping to turn my life around

but I will just go back and forth so I’m writing this down

and this is my diary talking to my phone hoping someone will listen to

just anyone so it does not feel like prison is writing this I’m skipping my own body escaping nobody body body

it feels so good to get away feels like astral projection going far away .