Bottle an emotion,
or put it in a pill.
I’m trying to move forward,
but I’m only standing still.
Past becomes the present,
but my presence is in the past.
A nightmare that’s grown teeth,
to tear me apart at last.
What do you see in him,
that you didn’t see in me?
Why was I so horrible,
that you had to get free?
Now I need medication,
to fill the void that’s left,
but I cannot find the colors,
that left my soul bereft.
Am I really crazy?
I only ask cause I can’t tell.
Every day that I wake up,
is like waking up in hell.
Emotionally castrated,
full of wounds that never heal.
I wish I could be normal,
but I’ve lost the ability to feel.
It breaks my heart to think,
that there is no going back.
Because the past is now the present,
and the colors are all black.
So I guess that leaves the future,
and all I can do is hope.
Hope that my future past,
will allow for me to cope.
