Sometimes I feel like I have no plan
And I just go along with anything that makes sense at the time.

Sometimes this works in my favour,
Other times it leads to just more and more
Complications for me.

I feel selfish wanting an outcome.
Something solid that I can adhere myself to.

But who doesn’t want a concrete answer to all their hopes and dreams?

I can’t be alone in this world.
Sometimes it feels like I am,
But I know I’m not.

It hurts, a little bit.
Like something is slowly scraping away at me.

Scraping my best features off
And leaving the rest bare to the world,
Ready to be assaulted.

Sometimes it hurts.
Sometimes I wish it would stop, but in a way it’s
Just showing that I am human.
That I can feel like you do.
Like I can feel at all.

I wish I could just throw it all in
And get a new life sometimes.
I know I can’t, and I don’t know how I feel.

Concrete, and like water running through it’s cracks.
It’s all mixed up.
Supposition.