Experience surrounds me from the inside..Misogyny held me warmly for a while, now gone..
We could be here all night, I'm feeling so disconnected.
When you get old, where does your soul go?
When all the pain I taught myself is gone....
Why do I find the need to get comfort from my unhapiness?
A home, just like I had before, but I won't do it anymore.
Live. Forgive. Erase. It. All.
The pain is gone and I don't care. I turn myself sideways.
Can't force something that isnt there. I'm not living at all..
This change is done, I'm over it..
