i walked
I walked into a realtor's to buy myself a home.
The woman at the counter told me it would be awful to live alone.
My eyes fell down to the floor, my hands began to numb.
My days started taking an awful turn, the colors began to dim.
My heart was feeling shattered and my legs were just so weak.
My life a boring story book that no one dared to read.
I walked into a police station to report a violent crime,
The policeman at the entrance told me to stand at the end of the line.
My hands were bleeding thick, red blood, my arms were burning pain.
My eyes, again, drooping to the floor, I've lost my way.
I cleared out the leaves and sticks in the gutters on my eves.
I lost my balance, the latter tipped but you caught me before I fell.
I thank you now, I thanked you then you may of saved my life.
And I can still dream and can still think, alone in my own mind.
about 1 year ago
your life is no boring story although it may seem but how, how do yoou write these things out your life? I mean my life is similar and I can understand these things but I can never even with the time set them on paper or type them up? do you know why or how? Sometimes the definitions seem so simple but I can’t explain them and they become so difficult when I try to let them out but its like here you are writing down the things out of my life like you’re watching a movie with all the boring details…