The train has been derailed
We have to stay in our own corner
The love is gone
This really feels bad
I have released
Myself in a bag
This bed won't set me free
These feelings haunting my pillow
Flooding
Soaked carpet
Weak floor
Weak heart
Body shaking
My face begs for some tissue
My mind prays for a break
Earthquake
Hitting me hard
My world was cracked
Straight down the middle
The pain is so much to bare
Wrapped up
Hiding myself
This feeling
These thoughts
On pills
On crazy
Attempting to end it
Jumping off the rooftop
Slice slice slice
Wrist wrist neck
Shoot shoot stab
Chest chest back
Missing a soul
Screws are loose
Deep hurt
Leaving me no choice
But
To cry
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Comments2
Metaphor for a relationship gone off the tracks or at least on hold. Short but to the point and disturbing to the passengers. Well spoken
I wasn't done now I'm
Thank you 🙏🙏
Very powerful but subtle as well🙏🏻🕊
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