Where do you tuck the words you should never say?
These are my heaviest days.
The pages hold my demons and angels,
I’m addicted to the self pity I sit in.
My soul was moving to the space of being pass redemption.
Wading in the past.
Can’t see a my future’s clear path.

Looking within cause that’s the only startin point.
I’ve been immoble, but trying to keep going.
The only whole I know and hold is emptying. I wish my pain walked away the in the same my happy did.