Sprinkles of flowers, tiny and delicate
out in a field I've never seen
in their fragile statures.
They don't think too much
That it must be
one way, and
not the other;
These are the ropes that
Standing right before me
Is a chance to feel my body
My thoughts turn in upon themselves
And no one can unravel any part (of me)
Leave my twisted soul to thrash about
Let me rage and wear myself out
It's best to stay away for now
This will go away
Out of control, crazy, crazy
My mind is spinning
My soul is seeping out my pores
Don't ask me to explain this
I never asked for any of it
I'll break it down for you:
This is way beyond feeling brave
I want to claw my face off!
And pull my soul out through my teeth.
There's nothing to see here.
Sometimes I write them, sometimes I share them.