Desperate for relief
Desperate for peace
Desperate for comfort
Desperate for release
Desperate for air to fill my lungs
Instead of smoke and worry
Desperate for hope to fill my mind
Instead of being constantly blurry
Desperate for love
Desperate for kindness
Instead of the bullshit
And faking niceness
Desperate for true connection
Not just to be apart of a collection
Desperate for sanity
Instead of guilt and vanity
Why am I so desperate?
Why do I feel so separate?
Unable to connect
Just wallow and reflect
Sad sack of sorrow
There is still tomorrow
-SJ-