Slipping

Slipping

I am slowly slipping of the track, if there is a track made for me. I know what’s right and wrong, but nothing more. I don’t care what happens to me at this moment. I actually just want to disappear. I do risky things, maybe just to be freed from this pattern that I call life. I know what I need, what my body and soul needs, but something is stopping me from giving it. Breathe. I don’t know who I am or what I want, I’m lost. Please God, please save me from myself.

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