Days spent with a awful sense of just waking up.
Stolen dreams of absolution I can’t remember.
Memories obscured by this exhausting curse.
Truth I swore I told, revealed as the lies I never said.
Desperate screams in silence at these reflections.
Burning cigarettes replace pinch of fisted fingers.
Why can’t I recall a time I wasn’t numb.
Or have I been made a fool once again.
This constant questioning of tomorrow’s reality.
Guilt of yesterday, with an absence of feeling today.
Mouth bleeds, as teeth remind tongue to shut the fuck up.
Cause I don’t ever want them to come to take me away.
So I have started writing my mind maps to sanity.
But now all I have are these blank pages marked with an X.