Damn Chair

It’s like I can’t get up from my seat.  It’s like someone is firmly holding onto my shoulders and pushing me down, not allowing me to budge.  Even when I muster enough strength to get up… someone always pops up just to shove me back down.  It’s like I’m not allowed to get away.

It’s been so stagnant… unchanging.  It’s supposed to be getting better.  I’m supposed to be able to stand up.  Not only stand up, but move.  Away.  Far away.  Away from him.  Away from them.  Away from it all.

Something always dutifully arrives to push me back down.  I haven’t moved an inch, and I desperately need to.

1 year ago tagged as: thoughts. heartbreak.