
Hiding away,
Afraid to say,
How it Hurts,
Everyday watching,
As dreams float away.
I don't want to play,
Silly games of chase.
Wishing I could erase,
This face from the mirror.
Going to the hole in my heart,
To try and restart,
While falling apart.
It's Time to depart,
I have to think smart,
I get confused at this part.
I start to use,
Any excuse, Or situation,
Vindicating my abuse.
Feeling I Always lose,
Burning the fuse.
triggering the cues,
No more love to use.
Seeking the juice,
So I can choose,
To rise above,
And free this recluse,
Trapped in patterns of abuse.
About the Creator
Keith McHugh
Good day to the wonderful soul reading this. I'm so glad to be able to share my art with so many awesome people, with such great imaginations. I hope you enjoy my little contribution. See you in the station.


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