I want to jump
out of my body.
I want to run away
from it all, from all
the thoughts and lists
and worries that spin round.
To tear my flesh from
my bones and run away,
leaving my shaking shell
in the dust of my tears,
ink-stained arms the only
remnants of my insanity.
I can't breathe in my body
and I can't get out.
My mind has cabin fever
from being contained and
it's spilling out of me,
one way or another.
I don't wear my heart
on my sleeve, but rather
my mind, for unless I see
all that I fear, scrawled
with a shaking hand across another,
it will never leave me alone.
