Lost.

Dysthymia

Trying to see the joy,
I want to brush the pain.
I want to be the boy,
With happiness in his vein.
Where do I go,
How do I start.
When will I know
To follow my heart.
I want to go places
But I’m stuck
Stuck like braces
And a sitting duck.
I need answers
I need to get up and move.
Just like dancers
Dancing to the groove.

  • Author: Dysthymia (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 20th, 2018 04:40
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 21
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  • Lorna

    Great lines: I need to get up and move.
    Just like dancers
    Dancing to the groove.

    • Dysthymia

      I appreciate the support. Thank you for reading.



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