Twenty-Two
by: trista groulx

Is it just the way it is?
Why won't it go for good?
What will heal it forever?
I long to know
If I did more I'd heal
If I heal I'll do more
Stuck in this catch
They call twenty two
At only twenty two
Will this be all of it?
Is this what I'll live
Now until forever more?
I want more
So much more
But am too sick to reach
I need something more to heal
And in this state
I may have found it
Yet, I cannot grasp it
So I continue feel this way
Though I wish it away
Still it comes back each night
Will this be here for always?
Or will I banish it away?
This catch, they call twenty-two