Trying, trying not to lose myself in my head. Last time I threw up the white flag. I don’t want to go back to the grey.
I feel it coming on again, too much momentum pushing in, and I’m back to the grey. I don’t want to live another day.
Always seeing through coal tinted glasses. My inner monologue is beaten down and hopeless. I’m tired of sorting through the mismatching pieces of this puzzle I call my life.
“Time heals everything” so they say so I’ll just wait another day.