Gone
An then hope leaves you, its like being hit by a truck, only its not your body that hurts. I wish I could move one, from so many things, but I can’t, and I can’t bring myself to let anyone else know. Life’s goal is to trap you place by offering the easy path, lull you to sleep and then beat the shit out of you.
I wish I could move on, but life won’t let me, I’m stuck.
