This isn’t what I thought it would be.
It’s clean.
But it’s a fantasy.
I wish I had a family.
One day, maybe.
I wish for a change.
But it’s not enough.
I need to get out of here.
Far away.
A lake with calm waters.
For a change.
But it’s not enough.
Fascinating to be here.
Because it’s all a distant memory.
Now, I’m clean.
No scars.
No hurting.
The aches are gone.
The misery.
All apart of me.
But now I don’t need anything.
