In need of advice today and never received it.
Searching for what to do because, I couldn't answer my own questions.
When there isn't a night of rest, thinking is the enemy.
Not comprehending any thinking.
So give in?
To speak of the disgrace that is happening behind shut doors?
A little birdie once said that life would pay her back hurt that she has dished out later on.
Is that fate?
To say what she is deceiving to our faces.
Failing of saving those young innocent souls from any further wreckage.
As if there isn't enough already.
Disappointment is spoken through names.
Shared to others then it’s turned to shame.
If I must protect my self I will proceed to do so as I see fit.
Need guidance not.
New beginnings are near, but not close.
Feels like miles from now.
Sure, it may not even come true, maybe we won’t seek happiness far away, far, far away from people we know.
To change for the better.
To start over.