Thoughts

I wrote this poem as a teenager. 8-29-95

Windows crack
My minds a wreck
I grind my teeth
The voice inside my head says don't hide
I drag myself down, I violate your rights
You get too close, my stomach is sick
We put on a show for anyone that will watch
Stuttering I make ends meet
As I drown in my fear your stuck inside of me
All my pain disappears
What have I made of today
Falling down the waterfall in my head
I barely make out your bleeding soul
I have lived this life over and over
What else should I feel, what else should I be
Needing you, losing you devils speak to me
The disease is in my brain
My broken chair sits in my head, I leave you bleeding in my bed