My mind frame hangs on a wall
But I've forgotten the image that it held.
Maybe the rise and fall
Of everything that I used to call
Home.

I've lost my train of thought
But I'm still stuck
On the wrong side of the tracks
And the way I act
Has no impact
On what goes on
Around me.

Indifference.
When was the instance
That I stopped seeing things as beautiful,
That I stopped hearing your voice as wonderful,
That I stopped thinking of my self as capable
Of living?

Existence
Does mine really matter
If I climbed a latter
Would I have to come back down?
How do I know if what's lost
Will ever be found?

Someday I will think of you
And smile because I made it
Beaten and bruised,
The darkness didn't consume me
I cried for what I didn't understand
But I held my own hand.