i live in my own world
made of fragile things
things like feelings paper thin
and ready to rip
...
I saw a man die today
Yet I did not care
He crumpled to the sidewalk and I
stepped around
...
I like dark places
Where time seems to stand still
Each sound an echo
Of another time
...
The curve of her cheek
The smell of her hair
How I long for this stranger in my
bed
...
Some days I hate me
Today is that kind of day
The pain I cause makes me shake
On the outside I look the same
...
Just looking to write...)
In My Own World
i live in my own world
made of fragile things
things like feelings paper thin
and ready to rip
you look at me
i stand tall
and straight
breath calm and even paced
inside there is no peace
my mind plays tricks on me
fools me into feeling safe
hides the sores that never heal
i look at you and before you
speak
i hear the words that break
like glass across my face