I feel restlessness
for what has happened;
A melancholy looming,
making me question my life,
A selfish bout of thoughts in a frenzy,
in my head.
It's all in my head.
They've taken me hostage,
in my head.
I stalk the dead,
their facebook pages,
galleries of hope and positiveness -
much like these carefree days -
both brought to a halt,
taken to their beds.
And I dare compare.
Even my past affairs.
Who I am, and what’s not there.
Two years of not having cried,
now, this day, I realize,
all the hardness that hardened inside,
was all just in my head.
In my head
They've taken me hostage,
in my head.
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