Troubled Minds

Lost.

We all get lost.

For some, physically lost.

Like when you're wondering in the woods, and forget which direction to go..

For others, mentally lost.

When your brain gets really fuzzy,

And you don't really know what to do...

It's the kind of lost that you beed to figure out inside your mind, which is a lot more complicated than investing in a map...

This lost, makes it hard to live inside your own mind, trapped with no escape doors,

Where the little girl trapped inside cries a lot, while an endless loop of all your hits plays on replay, the good hits and the not so good ones...

Where you're forced to relive every bad thing that's ever happened to you in perfect detail,

But the good ones are fuzzy, and faded, like they were shot in the wrong lighting or on a really old camera...

where you decipher the meaning out of every motion,

Where you're hands are sweaty, and breathing gets hard...

Where you notice everything about a the way someone approaches you, and you hate yourself for it...

Where your demons are constantly present in the darkest corners, lurking in the shadows of everywhere you've ever been.

You hear shouting, and you always want to follow it...

How naive of you, to think it won't turn out the same..

You wish you could turn around and run away,

But you can't.

The door is held shut, And there isn't really a way to escape your own thoughts in your poisoned mind...

Sorry darling, better hope for a better memory to surface...

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