What is Better?
And who decides where, when, and why it’s that?
Is it because I am here reading, and or writing what I often believe is crap?
Because my whole life I’ve survived all the plight,
and people believe I should just be alright.
And now I’m here asking for help, in saving my life.
It seems in this process in asking I see… I am not the only one, no matter how alone it may seem.
And if I can take some baby steps, and use them one, two, and three. Then I will take a wave from the waters edge, ride it not fight, learn, live, grow, and be free.
Free from the desolation that seems to be me.