INSIDE MY HEAD
Blocking everything inside,
finally I close my eyes.
No one’s going to cry for me,
It’s okay if I die.
I remember a time when I used to be you,
A time when hope was so young.
And then the bludgeoning began,
shaping me into an empty shell.
But inside me my spirit was trapped,
Begging me, seething inside, over-whelming me to be out.
But the erected walls had saved me,
And allowed to kill myself softly.
Now I sit in this empty house
with a still emptier mind.
Hoping that the craving I killed long ago
Finds a life in my death.
I look around now,
It’s okay if I have nothing inside.
It’s okay if I lie.
No one’s going to cry for me.
Everything’s fine. It’s okay if I die.