(That's all I'm Telling You)

Lost Inside My Head

Lost inside my own skull.

Floating around in a world where up is right,

And happiness is a packet of camels and some pills.

Where my days are spent doing nothing,

Watching T.V.

Sleeping.

Repeat.

Repeat.

Repeat.

A disc that plays over and over again.

With subtle changes,

But yet is stops at that same moment every time.

And every time it stops,

You question why your listening to it in the first place.

What's the point in listening to the same thing again and again and again and again.

Wouldn't it be easier to just… pull the plug.

End the C.D.

Press Pause.

Let the player drop to the floor.

And let yourself do the same.

Comments2

  • Candlewitch

    hello G,

    wow! very articulately immersed in despair! I've been there many times... but then I try really hard to distract myself with writing and reading and watching movies. I'm very handicapped, so 'm limited on what I can do. I cannot go outside by myself. I also have OCD and clinical depression and am medicated, successfully. I hope that you have someone to talk to about your situation. hang in there and keep on writing, you are good at it!!!

    *hugs, Cat

  • Goldfinch60

    Such a powerful write, but you are right to keep looking up, that is the way to look.



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