Sunday, February 12, 2012

We'll get past this.

So I'm going back through my life,
In dreams and in conciousness,
Trying to relive nightmares
And find the point where everything changed
To try and remind myself of who I was;
Who I plan to be again.

When I drink, I'm her.
When I'm home, I'm her.
With Jason, and Jayla, I'm her.
But here, in the cold cold night,
On a lonely street in Hattiesburg
Trying to tell myself that this feeling
Won't be forever,
I'm struggling to express myself fully
Because I'm scared...but of what?


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