The door in my mind Has been locked for a very long time; Probably from the smoke drifting From the alter I've built to my misgivings
There are tally marks on my stomach Counting how many times I just stopped Caring, And I feel my chest turn to stone With every breath.
Sometimes I wonder what the fear Of a storm at sea feels like, And if it's anything similar To the paralysis I feel when Someone is screaming.
There are days when I wish I could speak in color.
When a shiver goes down my spine, I wonder what you're saying about Me.
Maybe life was just an accident God made When playing with dolls
Sometimes I wish everything made sense, And that my mind wasn't so faceted And tangled like string But maybe Everything is a jigsaw puzzle With missing pieces.
Maybe we're not supposed to understand.
Or maybe there's not anything we're supposed To do. Maybe life is screaming and color and a storm At sea.