My mind's a Tetris I can't solve. Puzzle pieces with no straight edges. Always a vowel short on the Scrabble board. Three in a row when all I need is four.
I am cold, Or maybe just hollow. But I can feel the change as the duvet smothers my shell. My external is warm but still I am cold.
Watching the sun rise through salty, stained glasses. I laugh with a cider smile as my heart forms ***** tears. This is a pain that knows nothing of its root. A blank smile.
There is a weight on my chest. Or not, maybe I'm pushing out. I'm not me, you see. Well, obviously I am but the real me is safe, The real me is secure and organised and knows what's happening. But the now me doesn't know, And the real me has no control.
I am a self confessed mess, So please wait this out with me. One day maybe I'll be good again But for now, I am a self confessed mess.