she

She sits in her chair
Counting years like days
thinking to herself
"maybe tomorrow I might change, or the next day"
Or the next day.
She wonders around her jaded room
With a southward facing attitude
Thinking that there's nothing in the world
That can make her smile

She wants to get out
Wants to run away
It's all she thinks about
Because she cannot stay
Not for another day.

Her feelings explode, and her will erodes
She wonders why she has to keep walking these roads
When deep down she knows that they
Will take her straight to nowhere
And now she's, stuck in a rut
And doesn't give a fuck
And looks at the grass wishing she could be put
Way down below the ground where she
Can finally rest

But she knows that there's no peace
Evil always has a presence
So how can she ever find a way to love
Anything that won't be around forever
Even churches age.....

So now she's, in a bed with a hand full of pills
Hoping she was somewhere better
And every time someone says things will eventually get better
She simply replies with "whatever"

Now she's ran to the end of the world
And has nothing to show for that
She left it all behind for something uncertain
And she wishes she could take it all back
But once your gone, you don't come back...

     

 "Running from your problems won't fix anything, it only tires you out and makes you more susceptible to pain. In order to get better you have to look your demons in the eyes and say 'Fuck off' that's the only way"