June 2009
I am thinking long and hard about this. I think that I might go through with it. For real this time.
I don’t want to go back to sleep The feeling inside is pushing me to it Not far from safety’s door The wear breaks me in two Half of me is running back Toward the danger I escaped Half of me is trying to hold ground It’s a battle I never chose to fight It’s a battle I am stuck in
I am not asleep The day begins to break I don’t believe in this Every day has turned into the last I roll over a little more I can’t breathe in this cell The faith I used to have Is slowly disappearing The hole inside is growing The wear is beginning to show
