The Lamentations of an Empath

tired, tired

Sleep doesn't visit,

So I choke on sun

The days blur together

And the backs of my eyes hum

With the things I never did

Never said

Sheets are swaying

From an old clothesline

Like a row of captured ghosts

Over old dead grass

Was never much

But you made the most

It's home

Ships are launching from my chest

Some have names but most do not

If you find one, please let me know

What piece I've lost

Peel the scars from off my back

I don't need them anymore

You can throw them out

Or keep them in wooden frames

With the butterflies on your walls 

I've come home

All my nightmares escaped my head

Please don't let them in

You were never supposed travel

To where the sky met the earth

Now my head's splitting at the seams

And I don't know if this is home anymore

He ruined it

You left it beautiful

But now it rots

He's tries

He tried

To make it better

His way

But his way was never better

And never will be

I feel sick now

Every time we drive there

I see the yard

The grass is dead

The trees aren't trimmed

It makes me hurt inside

Those poor trees

That poor grass

You worked so hard to

Make it pretty

So here, beneath my lungs,

I feel your thumbs press

Into my skin again

I want to breathe

But I am so tired

What do I do now

Home is ruined

I want it back