Fucked up. Bad.

I don’t know what to do or who to please.  I did something I shouldn’t have and hurt people I love.

I thought I’d feel better, but I just feel worse.

So, instead of facing what I’ve done, I’m running.  

I’m such a mess and a bottle of emotions.  I don’t remember much of last night and what I do remember I want to forget.

I’m waiting for the day where my emotions and my actions match up.