I wrote this on the 11th of August this year.
Disconnect emotions ..from my soul
Break it out ...leave an empty hole
Take out my eyes ..so I can't see
Sew my mouth shut.. no way to speak
Hands cut off ..now I can't feel
Spirit here ..is too easy to steal
Limbs are severed.. Made into a riddle
Heart was seized.. Out of the middle
Inner voice ..went completely silent
Comprehension gone .. In a riot
Carry me out .. Place me in the ground
Bury me deep ... You won't hear a sound
Gather up my bones .. Lay me to rest
Already has happened.. It's for the best
And then this one on the 12th of August.
Such is life when we open closed doors
This feels like a dream .. Not trying to score
Shaking
Crying
Numb
Dropping to my knees
Take this away please
I figured out this is a type of hell
Being put under someones spell
Something took hold and now I'm not here
I'm back in my minds well that I hold so dear
I know I can handle certain things
Burdens we carry .. Pain it brings
I just feel some things fall right through
Everything around turned black and blue
Where's that light .. At the end of the tunnel
Stuck in a whirlwind of a twisting funnel
Can't even grab a certain thought
Battle inside that's being fought
This one the 16th of August.
Stomp me out and let me be dead
I want to return to a slumber of sleep
I don't want to hear anyone anymore
My heart is too tender for any of this
You might think I'm strong but I'm not
I'm tired
I'm done
This one on the 20th of August.
Vague thoughts enter and exit through this mind
Some are like complete dreams and some reality
How to differentiate is hard to grasp at times
Living for life and love is my secret speciality
Take my porcelain hand as we walk side by side
Understanding can be difficult .. But easily defined
Dark plagued thoughts are scary ... Pulling down like gravity
I would enjoy to step out of my well and live with humanity
Some feelings I can't shake and they swirl and swirl
Let me take my skirt as I dance and twirl
I try to block some of the feelings I feel
But something knocks to take away the real
I say when in doubt dance it out
I seem not able to dance this one .. In doubt
And lastly... On the 25th.. I wrote this
When I think of the air whirling my hair
I want to run away without any cares
Take my hand lets frolic in the field
Taste my lips.. Keep the love sealed
Memories of old stir in this mind
Some are horrid and some are kind
I need to stick to kind ones for sure
live in the present and settle the score
The past is there for us to learn
live in the now and let the past burn
Thanks for reading
-nat the blue eyed cat-