18 June 2012

Current Feels

Here I sit, breathing in.
Breathing out. 

My heart is beating, 
With every ache. 
The bed is cold, 
And I feel hollow. 

I'm missing you. 

The world is spinning, 
It's falling. 

Paint is splattered, 
It's sticky and wet. 
The lights are far away, 
And I'm in the dark. 

I'm terrified. 


There's too many questions,
And I'm unsure.

One drink, two;
Feel better, my dear.
Conflict and turmoil.
I don't know anymore.

I'm lost. 

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