Where have my dreams gone to?
Lately I feel so blunt, on edge,
Can't focus because my mind is racing everywhere,
Splitting in so many directions
That I just can't follow.
*Fists Tighten*
The urge to punch something is so big,
So fierce and sometimes I can't control myself,
The door, the wall, myself.
But it doesn't diminish any bad feeling or thoughts,
And now my hands ache,
These hands, that I use to care for others, are suffering.
Because I can't take care of myself.
Got to love the irony!
