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My Unraveling
This life of solitude;
Shapes a calmness, in a sense.
I can’t stand the presence of people.
So I sit behind my reticence.
My mind has been wandering;
And I can’t seem to find out where it went.
The person I am now;
Is not the person that I was then.
My mind no longer lives here;
It left home without consent.
Forlorn and mentally reclusive.
If only I could make a friend;
I wouldn’t need this line to make use of.
If only someone had a hand to lend.
Intrusive thoughts pass through my head;
Like the very bullet that I’ll kiss.
My mind left me unattended;
And I don’t think it’s coming back again.
I can see myself unraveling;
And I’m tangled in the threads.
I don’t know who I am anymore.
Into this madness, I descend.
