I wake and walk through,
What feels like quicksand,
Sinking deeper with each step,
Whilst everyone around me,
Carries on unencumbered,
Perhaps, I took a misstep?
I wake and walk through,
What feels like quicksand,
Sinking deeper with each step,
Whilst everyone around me,
Carries on unencumbered,
Perhaps, I took a misstep?
It’s eating away at me,
Clawing from the inside,
Thise sense of dread,
That I’ve done something wrong,
Again.
Let the rain wash over my skin,
Absolve me of all the tears I cried,
Release me from this weight I’ve carried,
I need to start over and let go,
Help me find myself again.
Those words,
They’re like a hair-trigger,
The moment they leave your mouth,
I feel their barbed sting,
As if it were still a gift from him.
Bring me dead flowers,
Stand by the sidelines,
Watch me wilt at your words,
All over again
When you escape,
They never tell you-
What freedom entails,
The nightmares,
All the self-doubt,
Freezing at a word,
I thought I’d be free.
But I’m still haunted.
I’m alone on this island,
Everyone else gone ashore,
I sent them away, like I always do,
They shouldn’t see the wreck I leave,
In my storm.
There are ghosts here,
Little remnants of what was,
Arguments draped over coffee shops,
Comments on my appearance,
It’s got me second guessing,
Which corner I can turn,
Where you won’t be there?
What if I’ve lost,
Before I ever really started,
Is my mind running away with me?
Or are you pulling away,
Before I explode,
And take you with me.
It’s funny how a bubble can be burst,
How can I embody such beauty and grace,
Yet in a moment, you can steal it away,
Until I’m lost with no idea who I am,
Except the face staring back at me in a mirror.