This town is making me crazy.
I feel stuck in the place I thought I'd always call home.
I want to drive,
and continue to drive,
until I've run out of gas, or until I've found the perfect spot.
I want to stand in an open field
and scream at the top of my lungs.
Want to drive with my best friend beside me and listen to her read poetry.I need to leave this place
because there's so much more this world has to offer.
YOU ARE READING
thoughts and kind-of-sort-of prose
PoetryA compilation of "poetry" and stuff that I've written. TW: suicide, self harm, depression, assault, violence -please let me know if there are others. -thx