I am lost.
In my own brain
the words that he spoke
the pain that he caused
the lies that he told
I am lost.
In my own brain
the bright lights
the cotton mouth
the tears pouring down my face
the empty shell
the sticky blood washing down the drain
the body on the carpet that was slayed
I am lost.
In my own brain
the broken heart
the memories
the cold nights
the walking dead
I am lost.
In my own brain
the dead never sleeps
the dead never speaks
the darkness of this blank space
drowning my despair
the empty bottle on the sink
the many colors in my hand
the blared vision
the shallow breaths
the burning throat
the letter wrote
read.
I am lost.
In my own brain.
the tears shed
the blood spilled
the haunting guilt and pain
the many lies
the empty space
I am lost
In my own brain
the white room
the tight restraints
the bright light
the tears still running down my face
the images I can't erase
the color red
the bloody knife
the empty eyes
I am lost
In my own brain
