Barely Existing ~ Ride of Life


United States
34° 2' 41.4888" N, 118° 26' 54.3732" W

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Spinning, spinning, spinning
The ride won't stop
Everything I've ever known
and has been important to me
has swirled into an array of colors

Moving, packing, screaming
Everything just a blur
Can I ever do anything right?
Alienating myself from
the ones that love me the most
Will they ever understand me?

Will I ever feel happiness again?
Take me away
A secret place
A sweet escape...
Please, just stop the ride!



This poem is written about the most difficult time of my life.

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