I’m stuck in my dungeon,
trapped with no way out.
Nothing to do but eat, sleep and think
I messed up,
But nobody deserves this.
No phone, no car...
Little contact with friends.
Lindsay can’t come to St. Louis.
I can’t go to Buffet
I can’t wait to go back to school!

I’m drowning in my self pity.
It’s a downright shame.
Where do I go?
Who do I blame?
Myself, but not completely!
I’m banging on the door,
Trying to pound my way out
But there is no answer,
Just ignorance and pride,
On the other side!

Do I stay or do I go?
Do I stick around or do I flee?
Do I think of them or if me?
That is the unanswered question
I might know the answer; I don’t recall...
They make themselves feel BIG by making me feel small.
Who needs counseling again?
That just isn’t healthy!
Man, how I wish I was wealthy!
Then there would be no questions on what to do!

That’s what makes me happy, them.
No place to go,
I wish it wasn’t so.
I’m stuck and imprisoned,
A prisoner in my own home, with no key.
Rock bottom is what I just hit
It’s a new destination,
A new and different place,
And I just can’t escape.

free as a bird I found myself out of the cage of love
a display of unrestrained delight
released from physical obstruction
only to realize freedom smelled like floral notes of sambac,
jasmine and tunisian orange blossom just like you

With too much time on my hands
I think of you
It’s funny how these cycles
Keep on spinning
Cobwebs in my mind
Still catching lies

And love feels a world away
Behind glass
It’s easy to feel trapped
The line between observer
And observed
No longer exists

cocooned, like some hungry
butterfly desperate to flee
once more into the world,
i stare at the sullen clouds from
my kitchen window and
sigh with longing.

if only i were a leaf, or a
feather:
then a soft breeze could carry me
anywhere.

has jumped the cliff, grown stiff
off the edge of a ledge from a broken wedge,
It breaks to leave off a leash.
It won't listen,
Hence joy fails to glisten and regrets to compromise.
So here I lie.
I call for hire for which I desire
to douse the fire Our minds acquire
From the abundant pile of brainless life,
In the endless sea of tears, we cry
On the shores of sweet need
I thirst for water I can breathe,
But the sea beats the brink and,
I can't think.

A barricade, a blockade, bars my path.
“Perhaps I’m lost,” I sigh,
Trying in vain not to cry.
I yield and watch time slip by.

I’m feeling stressed
Or is it depressed?
Either way there’s a weight on my chest

Weighing me down
Forcing a frown
How and when will I come back around?

Out of this hole
It’s out of control
Trying to manage I go for a stroll

Away from it all
Away from the walls
To sit by the river, and breathe as it whorls

The looming dismay
Starts to make way
And finally I’m feeling like I might be okay

Still feeling so wired
I walk til I’m tired
Waiting until my feelings’ expired

A welcome detox
Now back to the box
The house in itself, a sick paradox

Be that as it may
I’m fine, as I say
I try to forget this is now everyday

I rest my head down
Too many sounds
Lying awake, my thoughts all unbound

Maybe its time for another breakdown...