I’ve gotten so used to living without a future
It’s actually become my way of surviving
It’s actually made life at all possible
With the depression
If I don’t think about it
And its problems
I won’t be
Quite so stressed
But now that
Dad is ill
Brakes are ’bout
To be pressed
And I don’t know whether
At this point
There’s any use
In me
Desperately searching for a seatbelt
Or whether
It’s too late
To strap myself in
And if I should
Instead
Accept
The bad road
Is ending
LYNA GALLIARA 