precisely

crossing bridges of prickle,
i sense a short of breath.
pictures i hate,flashing through my brain.
tired,take a seat.
conceiling my facts.

ppl stare at me weirdly,
i question the ogle.
to see my collar,soaked.
so,i'm tearing,
for something.

strangers are curious.

i dont know what i'm doing,
juz letting the fact commence.

just like that,
hopefully i'll feel better.
and try something again,
to move on again.
to smile again.
to bath in bliss and work things out.





yc