My chest is caving in,
But there's nothing besides the weight of a t-shirt
Against my skin,
Yet my chest is heavy.
And I must have been impaled with a bullet
Because there's blood draining from my heart,
And I can feel it sinking.
But this is nothing new,
And I have felt this way before-
As my eyes begin to disconnect from my brain
It becomes impossible to see my thoughts clearly,
And my head is off somewhere and I am lost
Because my soul and body have been divided into sections;
Yet I am forced to function like my pieces fit together
Just like a puzzle.
And if I am puzzle,
My pieces have been taken from those of miscellaneous boxes;
And I feel rather like I'm a maze because with nearly every turn
I find a dead end.
But maybe I'll get lucky,
And I'll stumble upon the one path that will guide me
To where I'm supposed to be;
But my destiny seems to have manipulated by those
Who have raised me,
While I'm still trying find myself.
And maybe when I am able to see my own soul in the reflection of
Then maybe I'll be free of which has been weighing me down,
And I'll have escaped this cycling
Labyrinth of suffering.