in a world that spins completely upside down
i stand perfectly still
eyes wide shut
ears selectively listen to everything i want to hear
but believe almost nothing
every part of me is numb
except my heart
but even that barely feels a beat when its returned to me after its borrowed and broken
stuck to my hand is a bottle of glue
as i continue my arts and crafts and try to figure out this puzzle
quietly
because everyday i am still trying to figure out my past
history consumes me
and i have no words for the present
sometimes im here but not present
im swimming in deep thoughts
trying to stay afloat
nobody knows
my whole life has always been a secret
because repeating it is a reminder
and it changes nothing
so where is the sun?
my world is cold
but i guess its okay since im skating on thin ice
with most
and the rest are afraid to warm up to me
its ok
my thoughts are ours to share
my heart is my own