Walking around not belonging, like this isn’t hurting,
masquerading.
What is happening? Problems breathing,
stifling.
Who’s whispering? What are they saying,
finger pointing.
Willing the ground, swallow me up,
disappearing.
When will it stop? Veins pop,
pulsating.
Where will you go? I don’t know,
brainstorming.
War, fighting within,
battling.
Worn out and weighed down,
surrendering.
Wow, what is she wearing?
Laughing.
Why can’t she dress? Words repeat,
deafening.
Wolf in sheep’s clothing, I hear one saying,
ear-wigging.
Worse than before, I rush to the door,
crying.
Wrapped in coldness, from the floor,
while barricading the toilet door,
hiding.
Well, I guess it’s time to go.
Writing notes, lyrics from love songs,
upsetting.
White walls, bright lights,
flatlining.
1,2,3 clear,
1,2,3 clear.
Resuscitating.
Waiting rebirth, called back to earth,
foreboding.