started up high but fell down below
no matter what i try reality won’t slow
it’s too fast if anything
much like my inexhaustible heartbeat
there’s no cure to atrophy
no rhyme or reason
just a whole lot of apathy
empty hours spent alone
empty days spent apart
scars heal on skin
but traumatize the mind
the pain hangs like a noose
a personal rain cloud
your past is not kind
& my insecurity is too loud

it would all be so simple
if i could learn to trust
but i don’t have the guts.