smokeyjo7197

Can I remember this moment? Or will it fade like the rest? Will it fall with my tears of angst? Or will it gather among the crest of thoughts? Can I take in this breath of a fresh start? Or will it go right back to where I began? Will I open the door to my heart? Or will it amount to less than a closed opportunity? You already occupy my mind, and I swear you’re the voice that tells. I’m a living battle, tell me do I want to leave here? I’m a living contradiction, tell me do I need to hang on longer? Is it possible to breathe in, and breathe out the stress of reality? Is it possible to breathe out, and manage to breathe you i

I could walk out right now, and leave this terrible place. I could leave right now, and find something new to face. For some reason, a guilty conscience holds me back. For some reason, I try to sit and relax. I could flip out, and have a panic attack. I could not take this easy, and head back into the black. There's an invisible leash, it keeps me put. There's an invisible chain, it makes me do only things I should. I could escape this environment, and leave the tension. I could escape this habitat, but then I'd receive a pension. I would get up if I could, and if I could then I should. There's always opportunities, but I still wimp out. The