i escape to the bottom of swimming pools
the harder it gets to breathe
the harder i kick
until my head hits the bottom
my ears pop
i am overwhelmed
i take naps on the freeway
the louder the horns scream
the deeper i sleep
it is relaxing
to hear a chaos that compliments the white noise in my brain
my hangout is at the bottom of the stock market
but when the numbers come crashing down
and everyone lowers their eyes on me
i disappear again
i walk barefoot on the asphalt, it's not my fault
that i want to know that searing pain can be caused by something outside of myself (my mind is not the only thing that's broken)
my finger hovers over the "delete" button
i feel better knowing everything could disappear
i don't have time
to accomplish anything
so i will scroll through facebook
scratch at my face
write a poem
and wish in my heart that you wouldn't worry so much
(i wish i wouldn't, either)