The wind takes my soul and blows it into another dimension
Lost,
I have no choice but to carelessly chase after it,
Hoping it jumps back into my disoriented,
Raggedy body
Why?
Why did the wind take my soul when I needed it the most?
Why does the wind cross me over like it’s Michael Jordan,
Leaving me left in shambles?
I’m not perfect and I’ve made mistakes but does my struggles really make me strong?
I’m alive on the outside but my heart stopped beating years ago,
Here we go,
Back to the depressed state that I know and can’t escape, so I put the barrel of my gun in my mouth and...