Primrose

Out of time

I used to play the piano all the time

I couldn’t go a few day without playing it

And when we traveled I’d be dying to play it


Now I rarely touch the keys
I’m too busy to even bother

I haven’t played like I used to in months
It’s so sad
And i want to play
But I’m so busy

I love to play
I just don’t really have time
Anymore

I get home
I relax for awhile
And then go see the horses

I don’t have time
And it’s so sad
I don’t have time

I don’t have time for so many things

I love to read
But I haven’t truly read a book in my free time

Not like I used to
I’m running out of time

I don’t know what to do
I want the old me
The always happy me
The one that reads
The one that plays the piano for hours

But she’s lost
She’s buried away
And I don’t know where
And I don’t know how
To get her back

And I’m afraid I can’t try
Because I don’t have time

I don’t have time
I’m running out
I’m slowly falling apart
And I need help

Some people show stress easily
But I don’t
I just pretend I’m not
Because maybe then I won’t be
But I am
I have been for so long
I’ve pretty much been stressed since June

Everyday I worry
And every night it hunts me down
And taunts me

And I don’t know what to do
Because I don’t have time
I’m running out
I’m slowly falling apart
I need help

And I’m broken
Shattered apart
By this monsterous world

  • Author: Primrose (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 22nd, 2019 14:42
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Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    Sad words, such a shame about not playing the piano, perhaps all it needs is for you to sit at it and play that first note, from the first note in any music the wonder of it can be found.
    Go on, play that first note.



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