Space is all I need
Dont you see
I cant always be there
I'm not always a hundred percent
The time Is drifting away from me
And I'm becoming who
I dont want to be
I dont want to feel this way
But like a virus
It wont truly go away
You slip into me
Like a needle
Into the seam of skin
That outlines me
Even when I slide away
You make it seem
Like I've slighted you
If I even try to care about me
You make it all about you
I cant deal with these wounds
That are self inflicted
Cos of the words you used
When you hated you
But took it out on me
Blood may dry brown
But this pain wont die down
The volume is too loud
And these voices will
Alwasy hang around
Like scented pieces
Of cardboard
Cut out into shapes
That highlight a window pane
Of a moving space
That befalls
A piece of glass
That is synonymous
To the word past
And is trailing the back
My time surrounds me
Like the sound
That bleeds from the
Pointillism of kinetic energy
That I hear
All around me
Even when nothing
Is reaching me
I feel the words
You sing into
The centre of the lobe
That is me
And I feel something more
Than the words
You used to describe me
I feel like a piece of fabric
That is double crossed
And triple stitched
The holes are dotted
The lines are wrapped around it
But I feel everything within
And I hold myself to it
And even though
The worlds darkness tries to grasp me
I feel nothing but its beauty
Sometimes life is what you make it
Sometimes it's all these moments
People dont give you time to fit in
But it's worth it
In all it's less than perfect moments
Theres no way to describe it
Like the pieces of a puzzle
Theres no way it wont fit
Unless you dont let it
Cos it's made to fit everything
And you are the reasoning
YOU ARE READING
Notes by Nailinthewall
PoetryIf you enjoy reading poetry, songs and quotes by a mentally ill female with a sense of humour then this is the book for you!
