further explaining, I don't belong here....

    
   
   
   
    I've came to terms that I'm submerged in escapism; hardly invested in this world.... one point or another everyone's been shown that we all hurt and bleed....    
   
   
  limitations more or less in the mind and body,and with "time" proceeds.... only for one day to be deceased .... much apologies for my gloomy....    
   
   
  my overall life choices aren't "healthy"; my heart like a boat afloat filled with water in the middle of the sea; my mind.... drifts/scratches from points A and B while contemplating throughout each week....    
   
   
squinched eyes opened enough to see.... just wishing to be.... wishing to be free from all the grief....    
   
   
I drift, I evade, I go through the motions to get through each day; I've realized that I do not want to exist in this "reality".... I'm submerged in escapism....


this is what lead me to poetry....