Thursday, July 9, 2015

Daily dilly

I know these might be getting old at this point. But if you consider the fact that I don't hardly update my facebook because I erase everything I type and/or I post it for 10 minutes and then delete it, then maybe you can really appreciate them. I put a lot of effort into getting things out onto paper or onto here before I lose them. And yeah, a lot of them are incomplete or crappy or whatever. But this is my artistic journey. These are my words and feelings and thoughts. So get used to it.


I sought you out tonight because I needed someone to tell
Lately my mind's been trapped in its own hurricane
My heart's been ripped from my chest over and over again
To the tune of every mistake I can recall
I'm being eaten alive by the hornets
I mean anxiety. It's anxiety. It's stress and nervousness and fuck, it's hornets
Tonight, like every other night, I am searching for one solid night of sleep
A few hours without sweating, without completely drawing into myself
Maybe a night without the nightmares of what has been
I thought I could take it all by myself. I thought I was better.
After 11 years don't I deserve to be healed?
Like you get a few months under your belt and you forget
Maybe I'm not made to be on my own
I keep telling myself that I need to get back into therapy
That's got to be the scariest thing I could admit
Pry myself open and pick at the scabs
Sob in the chair, in the car, on my floor
Take a leap backwards in attempt to ever be able to move forward
For once can't I move forward?
Well anyways I thought I'd call and yet..
I dialed your number about a hundred times
Forgetting that it was disconnected
You're the only one who could stand in the eye of my storm
I'd call your number every day if I could still hear that voicemail
I swear to you I'd sing 'You Are My Sunshine"
Until my throat was raw and bleeding
If only I could have you back
Sorry that I write about you only when I need you
Sorry that I waited so long to reach out to you
Sorry that you're my happy place even when you're not here






1 comment:

  1. Sometimes the scabs are a temporary coping mechanism. It sounds like the root cause, wound, still isn't done telling its story/feeling heard. I sort of know what you are going through and all I can offer is the advice to let therapy finish listening to what that inner wound has to say and to offer you my love and big momma hugs until you are nearer.

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