Have you ever wanted to escape this world and simply die or get away from it? Yeah, that's how I feel at times. I don't know what to do about it. I need to see a therapist or something. I'm on medication, but that doesn't feel like it's doing enough for me. So I have to figure out...something to do about it all. I don't know though. It scares me. I'm more than scared, if I had the ability to understand what was going on in life, then I could do that. But I can't and that simply seems that life is going to blow up at me in any second now. I wish I could overcome these thoughts and simply make sense of it. Whatever happens, I need reality to be real. Does that make sense? I'm not sure it does. I doubt anything ever makes sense to me anymore. But that's okay. It'll be okay in the end, whenever that will be. If it's not the end, it's not okay yet now is it? No, I didn't think so.
It wasn't until
the lad was three
that he did learn
how to handle his folks
No one knew
what to do
regarding the boy
when he learned how to fly
Soaring and going
the boy would move
through the sky
until the worst happened
The townspeople were scared
of the boy who could fly
they avoided him much
most of the time
The boy didn't let this
get him down
for he knew it all too well
his life was his own
the lad was three
that he did learn
how to handle his folks
No one knew
what to do
regarding the boy
when he learned how to fly
Soaring and going
the boy would move
through the sky
until the worst happened
The townspeople were scared
of the boy who could fly
they avoided him much
most of the time
The boy didn't let this
get him down
for he knew it all too well
his life was his own
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