falling into you

my damage is so severe
i live in a constant state of fear
it is so hard to be real
i would rather not feel
i am tormented by my own words
things may be better unsaid
if i leave them written
who can stop them from being read?
you have no idea
i could not explain
half of whats in my head
its just easier to recall
the countless hours
spent laying in bed
i look around
i can clearly see
but i have no idea
of what's in front of me
is it all beter
left behind?
could i spin around
and then unwind
will you
catch me if i fall?
for i am falling after all
falling into something new
i am falling into you.



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blind is love
dark is light
lost is found
trash is treasure