I've noticed:
As my life gets worse my creativity inflames.
I am like a spasm - hard to stop on your own.
I can't escape from this place,
from this state of mind - pain.
And whenever I try
goose bumps rise from the
surface and
implant themselves
on my heart,
covering all sense of direction I need for life.
I am lost - like a child in a grocery store
without their mother.
I can't find her.
All I see are these tall columns of
brand products I've never even
heard of - In a maze. And
I need help.
I need help.
