The weights under my eyes

are heavier than they've ever been.

There are pins and needles

and thorns in my fingertips.

There are shards of broken

window panes in my feet.

And I’m driving just to forget

that I have no where to drive to.

And I sing until my chest

caves in and my jaw aches

with every note.

My ethics are in the backseat,

and my uncertainty is riding shotgun.

I've never felt so lost,

but I know exactly how lost I am.