lost in a maze of my own creation nothing to hold me but empty spaces every dead end corner like the one before the darkness constantly
By D. E. Desmort6 years ago in Poets
sinking under the weight of being trapped. nowhere to go nothing to aspire to. the pressure on my chest progressively pushing deeper
I know this last year has been rough for you. you wonder where you belong and who is there for you. I'll be the one, I will never