Number Games
• Written by brink100
I have to resist urges on both sides,
Sabotage, tugging chains.
Splitting my mind,
Wasting so much fucking time-
Find? A solution...
How am I supposed to change?
Fine?
FINE?
I'M FAR FROM FUCKING FINE!
I just can't- fight myself.
I can't- help myself,
I can't- find myself,
I can't- like myself.
That's what I, tell myself-
I want help-
BUT I DON'T WANT HELP-
SOMEBODY- PLEASE HELP!
But when I finally ask for it-
One puts his hand over my mouth,
One ties my wrists together and pulls me down-
ONE THROWS ME IN THE BASEMENT AND SHUTS ME OUT!
2 people inside,
It's like there are 2 people inside- me.
I cannot hide,
And they can not hide from- me.
Three little words I can't mean when I say,
In the mirror when I'm staring into my lifeless face-
FOUR letters to my name
That's ALL I HAVE,
Strip away my failed plans and crusades,
Now all I feel is SHAME-
FIVE trillion TIMES I've TRIED AND FAILED,
6 DAYS STRAIGHT, SINCE THEN THE SHIP JUST WON'T SAIL
ANY FURTHER-
I'm nothing...
Number games,
Glass scale- weight....
Glass bones,
Shattered frame...
Empty plate-
Day full of space...
So much to waste!
Do I really want to waste away?
For the sake of being vain...
Too much space,
To make too many choices.
Too much to say,
Back to too many voices.
I have to resist urges on both sides,
Sabotage, tugging chains.
Splitting my mind,
Bleeding out of my ears-
Bleeding out of my eyes.
Too much in there to hide.
So good at making up my mind...
Then why can't I make up my mind?
I am far from fine...
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brink100
Member since October 9 2018