Help spread the word, would ya’?
I’m held by mental blocks and heavy hearted thoughts,
If this pen lets me down, I’m cutting my own loss.
times slipping through the cracks in my apartments hard wood floor,
these ghosts that haunt my head are knocking at the door.
I’m not sure if I’ve ever been so loss for my own words.
my brain is all rewired, so I’m untangling the cords.
I might not be to bright nor handle under stress,
but I have notebooks full, all wishing you the best.
time and time (again)
I’ve been building my casket.
hoping to silence my thoughts from escaping
my tongue through my lips in a perfect image
of my own bliss.
You see I’ve been through enough to show
you all how I’ve wrapped my skin to my bones
and my bones to every single word I’ve known.
I’ve yet to scratch the surface, must i accept my defeat?
It seems like whatever I post on here maybe gets reblogged once. Lame.