The Prison of My Skin

January 4th, 2010

The dark surrounding followed me
This is something more
The spinning room is haunting me
No exit and no door
And everything is moving
And I can’t make it go away
And after all this time
I’ve lost track of all the days
And laying down I fell right through
There’s no stable place
So weak and just so dizzy
But this is something I have to face
This is nothing that I knew
I’m learning by the time
And I can’t hold on to what matters
Because nothing’s ever mine
And no one’s ever honest
And no one ever cares
And the more it seems I need someone
The more they’re never there
And I mess up and make mistakes
It’s who I’m trapped to be
But lately, I just feel so lost
I hate to know this is me
I hate to face my mirror
I hate how I feel inside
I hate being trapped in my body
Because there’s nowhere I can hide
I can’t escape this prison
My skin just fits too tight
And I’m searching for emotion
But nothing ever just feels right
I hate looking the same
I don’t reflect my soul
And every time I need someone
I let that person go
I never hurt the right way
I just can’t feel the pain
I can’t make myself happy
And I can’t keep myself sane
And here I am inside
I’ve been dying to be free
I just need to move on
Because the girl in the mirror’s not me
My skin is closing in
I can only feel the guilt
Because I did this to myself
Because I dropped the walls I built
So I’ll put them all back up
And I’ll set myself free
Because I can’t hold on to my sanity
In a prison built for me

Collide

December 19th, 2009

A feeling that’s so right
Turning daylight into night
The words fade out of songs
They said they’ve known this all along
It shattered my inside
But it seems we did collide
I tried so hard for your attention
You seemed to have me in suspension
A shock within a thought
A feeling without being caught
A smile without a trace
A girl without a face
A place for fingertips
Once following your lips
Fallen on the bed
My body dropping dead
The clock blinks time away
Until it seems we’ve lost the day

2009 (9)

The Letter

April 29th, 2020

“I think you’re depressed”
An unusual love letter
Your words perplexed me
Saying you wanted me to get better
You listed examples
That I didn’t want to see
Mental illness wasn’t something
I could grasp tangibly
I don’t feel sick
I don’t want to be dead
And I’m not always sad
But you sensed things unsaid
At eighteen years young
I didn’t want to accept
That these feelings are normal
So I left them unchecked