i contemplate my existence in this small purple room
with no way in, but no way out as well
as i lay down, drowning in my own self-gloom
life seems to slow down to a crawl
the inevitable sound of doom sits on
the fringe of my identity
my words cut deep into myself
they leave my mouth breathlessly
i close my eyes and enter the cavity i find in myself
the darkness, the void,
the never-ending ravine
that sits inside of me
curling or twisting, but nothing i ever predict
i keep it hidden so no one can see
it is a silk blanket on the dark days
reminding me of what i am
a blip in the galaxy, a mere clump of space dust
little bits of me scattered along with those who i misplaced trust in
leaving me here, a mere lump who feels crushed inside
overwhelmed as my dried eyes cried
everything out.
cried the pain, the grief, the disdain, the lack of relief out
i run away from my problems. they scare me.
the run turns to a sprint as they rarely
leave me be.
Leave Me Be.