Going, going, gone.
Nothing really stayed normal after that.
The sea wasn’t foam green and the sky looked pretty dull
Being on a jetski was fun, I guess.
Nothing really seemed that fun anymore.
Remembered going to that party.
Didn’t really though,
And even now I barely remember what I once remembered.
Makes no sense really but what does anymore
It’s gotten a little better at home
More freedom at least
Not in my head though
No one can explain to me what’s happening in there
I don’t even know how to explain it.
All I  do know is that I’m somewhat sane
Somewhat sane not completely sane
That would be far too difficult to accomplish
That’s a fool’s goal to be completely sane
And forget trust
That’s a lost cause
No one wants to really help they just want a paycheck
Counselor
Funny career
You don’t know me and I’m not willing to let you know me
“If I told you I’d have to kill you”
All of my sense and sanity
Going, going, gone.