Escape

It's now that I'm sitting in a house I met the only person who ever admired me.
Also the home of my only friend who's ever planned a future with me.

I feel like there's nothing in my power keeping me from this dwelling sadness.

Those piercing butterflies that sting my stomach lining.

That vulture feeling of frustration.

Sitting in a house from memory lane and watching my present friendships is an ache so deep I'm not sure I can handle.

It's so hard trying to find someone who can relate and it sucks being hurt by those who pretend to care.

I can't deal with this next year.
I can't deal with this now.

I just need an escape.