I find things to resemble
The cracks in my floors,
The cracks in my heart
Sealable in time, they say
Pieces crumbled, agony
Try to feel yet try to stop
Help the helpless
While you fall
Enchanting false embrace, I feel
Once I close my eyes to dream
Dream of when we could not sleep
Feel connections to broken wires
Electricity is cracking as
I step across our halls
In mindless wonder— of our looks— help me while I pull it forth
How tempting to feel underneath,
The mind, the soul, the nerve, the depth
How to travel and carry guilt
Eat it out of your own palm and
Trace your figure on my back
A feeling I cannot describe,
To become dragged within my thought
When I did what I could prevent,
Now I wallow in my picture
A reflection must to feel rewarding?
Punish and lock away, until
A golden star appears before me,
In my sight and in my mind
Small voice, small smile, small, small
Scramble for the answers to why I feel thrown around
Once I place my mind aside
I am lifeless, solemn, striding with my sense behind
The worries that encompass I,
Leave no trace when I fade from them
Others actions I impulse
Hit and beat me when they're gone
I say that I can forget,
But the small things stand up and shout
How come I cannot feel one? How come I feel so outdone?
How come I have much scrambled thinking,
While one's dreaming is at peace
Bring back what I believed to possess,
When I diluted the pressing, punching ordeals
Help me while I raise your self,
A self I am yet to grasp again
Ceilings have meaning, I have searched so far
Far enough to feel the opening, closing, suffocation
Of me, you, us, and none.
