Back in this place
the doctor sent me here
when here is what made me
see the doctor to begin with
taking me back to Hell.
away from freedom, friends, and love
work and sleep is all that is now
surely thinking the drugs will
take care of everything
no skipping, no partying, no carelessness
everything right no more wrong.
my heart bleeding as if it has a hole
being nostalgic everyday
not regretting, but wishing for time
that was wasted.
i cried confusing tears when i
was given the news.
never forgetting the reson of the
first departure
never being able to erase
the abusive events like sometimes wanted.
now im back in this place
back to Hell
all over again.
