my mind is a crash in progress.
broken glass shards tumbling through the air
in one dramatic moment
the radio on then off produces a dark picture
...in the end
blood coming from.. you dont know where
but a sensation is not present
only numbness from this moment
but it doesnt end here
nor will it ever end
crash in progress.
im being ignored. feeling unloved. again. just like my childhood. just like his. he feels abandoned he said. he was. i was. we are the reactions to our pasts. we walk along our heads a heavy burden, our hearts bleeding, our souls missing pieces because of family related loss. somethings happening. inside. i dont know if i can stay over there at night anymore. i dont know if i can be with him anymore. |