Wrapped Up

I’ve been a little >>preoccupied<< lately.
my mind’s been wandering
and searching
and just c h i l l i n g on the corner
of memory lanes
it shouldn’t be                                                          near.

Like cigarette smoke
f.l.o.a.t.i.n.g. around my head
whispering stories
I’d rather (((forget.)))

I’ve been

drowning

choking

on a !!SCREAM!!
that’s got -no- voice

Because if a tree falls
and nooooo one is around to
h
e
a
r it,
does it even make a noise?

Did I ask for help?
Or just imagine that I did?
Did I scratch myself?
Or did I purposefully break
through
that fragile bit of skin?

It’s like a storm is brewing
in the middle of a.war.
and when it comes down to it

is there **anything**
worth
f
i
g
h
t
i
n
g for?

I’m so wrapped up in my head
that I’m missing what’s around me.
I can hear him calling my name
but I can’t see through the fog

it surrounds me.

So thick I can’t breath.
So dense I can’t see.
So heavy I can’t move.

Someone fucking rescue me.

Because I tried to rescue myself
But I’m so wrapped up

I don’t even recognize myself.

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What Goes Down

It h.u.r.t.s. to hit the ground
When you’ve f
a
l
l
e
n from the clouds.

It knocks the -breath- from your lungs,
And the love from your s h a t t e r e d soul.
Dazed

Confused

You pass out

And wake up in a darkened room
With the heat on BLAST
and sweat dripping down your face.

Or are those -tears?-

You just wallow,
Because after all what are you good for?
Trapped in the Hell you made all your own.

But somewhere
and somehow
A light is shining,
just a pinprick on the ground
where you lay your head.

And the light is enough
To make you lift your head up ^

And with a renewed determination
You

R
I
S
E

from the ashes of the bridges you burned,
and with      beneath your ragged nails
dirt
You b r e a k through the barrier,
and s.t.e.p. into the ((light))

Head held high.