I tried to run, and I tried to be free.
Get back to someone that was like the old me.
I was determined. I excelled.
Felt like I could take on the world, to break from this hell.
But three days have passed, and I’m ready to tap out.
Shocks down my spine, sciatica so bad, I could shout.
I’m clawing at walls, a distraction from the pain.
Not sure if I have it within me to work through this again.
‘Practice makes perfect’ and ‘you get what you deserve’,
doesn’t seem applicable for the little my hard work has earned.
I tried to do something. I wanted to be free.
But now I’m just a bloodshot and broken, deflated version of me.