Round & Round

i press the blade to my skin

i breathe

into my lungs

out of my lungs

when does the pain

of your world falling apart

begin to end?

how long will my brain

force me to mourn

the death of our infinite maybe

before i can finally have my mind

belong to me again?

my heart is ready to move forward

my memories hold me back

and no one holds me tonight

i am surrounded

suffocated 

by the emptiness that arrives

when your sense of purpose departs

and i am ready for everything

to stop spinning

so fucking fast.