One is less traveled… covered with broken dreams and tattered hearts. Many wouldn’t take this road… but I do.

The one that’s most traveled is happy, sunny, and covered in smiles… why don’t I take this road…

I take the less traveled road because… I’m broken, curious, and hopeful.

Maybe I can make it to the other side… unharmed and together… I thought wrong, way wrong.

I didn’t make it to the other side… I only made it half way.

I saw other people hoping to make it to the other side… they didn’t make it far either… I asked… ‘how do I get outta here”…

One of them hands me a tool… I ask ‘what is this for’ their answer was… it’s your hope… your bliss… your sanity.

At first I wonder what to do with it then I realize …….self injury.

Today I hate myself for taking that road but I can’t get off and I’m beginning to wonder… where’s the end?!?