FicWad

Finding the light in this chaos,
is like a rat running a maze.
theres the anxiety of it all,
where it begins to be too much.

i have to leave now,
since i have no reason to stay.

i know its going to get worse,
before it gets better.

my disappearing act is tonight,
learning the art of flight.

I feel awful, I'm so stressed. And, and I don't know anymore.