Lingering past

I just want to walk sometimes Just go outside find a road and start I don’t want to see anyone I am going nowhere I just want to walk until the restlessness disappears Till I am Just legs Left with one purpose One focus To move forward

Red on my finger tips Stemming from my lips As I pick and pull Till my urge is full Till there is nothing there It is left bare Only pain And blood that slowly drains

Everything seems new all the time these days All I need is a long, full week of the good old days

Soap It’s purpose is to clean But when we wash our eyes we can’t see They become tear filled And pain erupts As pink as a plum they appear

I know a picture is worth a thousand words But do we need a thousand words Don’t we all know that sometimes more isn’t always better

I feel sad a lot and scared of the world and what’s to come But then randomly I smile No reason behind it It just appears I guess as long as that keeps happening everything is going to be ok

Be gone negative thoughts

As lucky as a lady bug on my arm

You can only hope that people will learn to love the way they learned to hate

You know what power does It drags us down And holds our throat Till pain is the only path In which we grow

My Bright Realization