I feel for you
Stuck in the in-between
Feet planted in a world of ill written reality
Loose soil and empty words
Head floating in gray clouds
Of insecurity and confusion
Mental health handcuffs
Strapped to thoughts of happiness and emotional liberation
Bound to a ghost body
Walking through muscle memory motions
To tired to undo
Muttering threats to ourselves
Superego of resentment
Pitted against id and prefrontal cortex alike
Aching in our minds eye
Confined to unmade beds
Pulling ourselves out of cold sweat insomnia sheets
Into a shower of warm water on icy skin
Holding our own arms
Trying to keep everything in
Burdens we are unable to alleviate ourselves of
Waking up day after day
To a head storm of rain clouds
When the forecast is sunshine
Sunny and seventy-five friends
Who hold our hands for five minutes a year
Making promises to always be there
Yet we are the flaky ones
Shoving off at sight of sun
Remembering a younger self
Brighter days on a gloomy horizon
To tired to walk ourselves into
Taste of watery oatmeal
Coating our mouths
Biting skin on our lips
A sprinkle of dying kisses
Confined to a casket of memories
Burying itself in trauma soil
We miss the love we had
Before out hearts ever knew what breaking was
An introduction we would give so much to unmake
Time passes slowly when the clocks don't count
Stirring spoons in uncountable cups of coffee
Masking a long dry night in sips of caffeine
Zoning out when we drive
Getting to where we wanted to be
Only to drive all the way home
Sitting alone in the dark
Our only true comfort
That strips us bare of personality and humor
A blank white paper stare meeting sandpaper colored walls
Peeling away layer of an onion mind
That only brings tears
Pushing feelings and emotions around
Soggy cereal in a bowl
Watching the same three am show
Knowing how every episode goes
Hoping for a sound of music
That will fill even an inch of ***** water
In a deep well of a broken hearted hole