Untitled.
Untitled.
Isolated and alone.
Cold and hard.
I feel like stone.
Miserable in most waking moments.
Unable to run far enough.
So for now, I just keep hoping to find a way to the core of who I really am.
But the road blocks prevent me.
I can’t.
My eyes are green and that’s all I really see.
When looking in a mirror, i'm not just looking.
I’m trying to find ME.
A self image that is distorted makes it hard to see.
Imagine a rope around your neck.
You can’t hardly breathe.
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