I am lost without you
My broken eyes don't see the way
I'm tired, I'm just stumbling along
I keep holding on to random things
Progressively pointless things
I do not see the light
There is no tunnel
No path to walk on
Just a tightly enclosed hole
Too deep in the ground
I can't see the light
So deep in the ground
I don't feel any air
My head says that it's meant to be
Look at my heart!
It's still flailing its arms around
Groping, for you.
I can't beg you to come around
I know you can't.
I know this was meant to be.
So I'll just chop off the hands
The flailing hands of the heart
I'll pull its tongue out
I won't hear it scream your name
I'll lay down, pull my knees close,
Push my head down, and I'll sleep.
No need to close my eyes,
It's all dark around anyway
Don't pull me out now please
I'll stay here till the end
I cannot handle light or love
The darkness is my only friend.
-j.t.
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The Chaos Inside.
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