Like a mime in a glass box



I’m trapped by my own mind



I wake up and paint my face on



I draw on my smile  



But if you only walked a mile



I'm in pain but that’s ok



The rest of the world doesn’t seem to mind



That I'm running out of time  



That I'm actively losing my mind



That I'm drowning in an ocean of emotions



That I've been bearing the weight of the world so long that I have broken bones



That I have a broken back and broken shoulders



That the weight of my fear crushes my soul like a boulder



But that’s ok I'll just keep marching on like a good little soldier

Locked Out                                          



Locked out of my heart.




So many walls but nothing to hide behind.  



They all have eyes.  




Each wall bends away to reveal me to everyone who wants to hurt me.




As the walls turn into mirrors, I realize that includes me.




The pain swells and my thoughts dwell on heartbreak and the shattered dreams lying in pieces at my feet.





Each piece is razor sharp and they cut me and dig into my hands as I fall to my knees begging the universe to end it all.  





So many shattered relationships full of trauma.



I wish I could fix them, but I guess that ship sailed.




I feel something dripping through my hands, as I look down I realize blood is pouring from my chest.  




At first, I think it's the blood of those I've killed only to realize it's my own.




I crumple to the floor and slowly bleed out.  



As the world begins to fade, I realize that the peace death promised me is false and its kiss is a bitter one.




As the tortured screams of lost souls grows louder and louder and the flames lick at my feet I realize there is no peace for someone like me only eternal pain...