I’d rather slumber, than live through that thunder again.
Who wants to remember pain, hurt and hunger.
Wish I could pack a selective number of memories into a little box and throw them all away.
Don’t stear, do not be compelled with fear.
Reverse it all & get clear.
The end is near.
I’m an empty shell of my old self
Playing games, just like evaporating flames.
Never knowing where to place the blame.
Brain scattered, puzzled & caged.
Where have you gone, Paige.
A life so different, hardly diverse.
Actually the complete reverse.
Like a curse, clenched to your purse.
Society greed & “NEED” making you call the nurse.
I’m completely broken inside
Yet I feel stronger
Numb to the feelings I’ve felt a thousand times over
Ready to find my four leaf clover