Burnt on the inside

Raw on the outside

Time feels broken

Life ticking away

Does time stand still in it’s moments

Fleeting

Does time hold on to the moment

Weeping

There’s time for crying

There’s time for dying

My insides trying to find the moments

My heart dying to hold them

My mind breaking and frustrated

My soul empty and vacant

Passions on hold

Thoughts no longer bold

Hobbies are distractions

A pause in my actions

Thinking, thinking, thinking

Go back to distractions

My mind a mess

Never sure

Always stressed

No real fortune

No real crest along the ridge

The top is far away

The bottom far closer still

Climbing my way out of the madness

Only to find myself in the sadness

“Hey me.”

“Hey me.”

“We’re still crashing.”

“Yup, still crashing.”

“You think we’ll find a solution?”

“Why would we need a solution?”

“I don’t know. Perhaps to bring this to a conclusion.”

“That sounds dumb. To conclude would be to end it.

To conclude would mean we admit it.

The is end near.

Everything I hold dear would simply, disappear.”

“Maybe it won’t be so bad.”

“…or maybe I’ll just go mad.”

“Can’t get much worse.

You’re talking to yourself like you’re cursed.”

“What would you know about cursed?”

“I’m you dude. Don’t make this worse.”

“Get out of my mind.

Get out of my time.

Let me sit in solace.

We’ve got the time.”

“Silence is what you seek.

And silence would be bleak.

What you want is something you can’t have.

What you want is for it to repeat.

To give you a chance to try again.

A chance to make it right and then

Then it’ll be different.

Then it’ll be you and I

At peace in our mind.”

“It only exists in our dreams.”

“Then why are you awake?

Why not sleep?”

Hmmm… Sleep.

That’d be nice.

Sleep.