Trapped

Sometimes you're so focused on walking you forget to look back and see how far you've gone from the starting line.

I looked back today.

I don't know how I got here.
But I want out.
OUT.

And I wish. Wish. WISH.
With all my heart.
That I could just do anything I wanted.
Without caring how u felt.
Without worrying if I'd be burning bridges wif u.

Ironic isn't it?
If u were really my fren, I wudn't have to worry bout doing dat.

But its an unspoken truth dat no one dares to say out.

We weren't really frens.
And I don't think we'll ever really be.


God...
How long more will u keep me here.