Beat, beat, beat, my drug,
drifting life… I want to be in love,
I know the pain,
soul filled rain,
pressure on my chest,
grip on my neck,
“just let go”,
strength in the quiet breath,
weight of life left,
I will not let go, promise, yes, not yet not yet.
Writing is my way to release… me.
My family does not want to understand themselves and I, but they are my family. Sadly, this is one of few reasons I can find to move on from them and still love them.
They view life through rose petaled glass, so did I for most of my life. I was beginning to see when I was very young and yet I only begun to understand.
Listening to ‘You deserve better’ by Verbal Jint