I think about dying but I dont want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out of it.
From Me To You
”Inevitably it’s hard to comprehend
That you are the one whom I depend,
Night and day i’m engrossed by your touch,
There’s nothing for you i’d begrudge.
Come here; it’ll all be okay,
But sadness is all I can display.
There’s more to me than this,
It’s just crying can be bliss.
I wish you’d understand,
That I don’t mean to demand.
Sure we have our ups and downs,
But the smiles always beat the frowns.
We share our joys we share our tears,
We’ve shared each other these past years.
You’re my favourite, you’re a treasure…
My love for you I cannot measure”