Wasteland
My mind is a toxic wasteland
Void of emotion
Yet also flooded with them
Sometimes i feel nothing
Sometimes i feel everything
And sometimes i don't know what i feel
I want to escape
Leave
Find happiness
But i cant escape
Myself
I am the toxic person
In my own life
The toxic wasteland is my fault
I cant run
I can only
Face it
And hope for the best
Copyright © Ariel Davis | Year Posted 2019
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