Pricked in the eyes,
Rubbing them with terror and confusion.
Screaming for anyone, assistance
I just want to live again.
Head upon my shoulders,
Bringing me deeper into hate.
Movement clicked to slow,
And everything else is consecutively ramped.
Crack in the ceiling, my mind
In fright of what’s going to occur at the next bend.
Junction, please turn right,
No left twist, stop sign ahead.
Feet dragging on the surface,
With life passing me by, like nothing has happened.
I want to forget the old me; yet I have the proof still that I was.
Scars imbedded into my foundation,
The shining star that I cut bleeds inside,
Crying for any hope.
