I lost it all.
I think they call it a mind.
Its as if words,
Are flowing all at once.
They just don't stop.
The pen on paper
Just scribbles.
Unlike my former stuff.
Like the last year
Hasn't mattered at all.
My mind locked up.
Someone threw away the key,
With not once thought
of giving it back.
Down into a dark abiss.
Me fearing I could never feel.
Its as if you broke the block,
as if you matter.
All I fear is you stopping.
You wanting me to hurt.
Which I do all to often,
But it doesn't matter does it.
Me shaking from pills.
Me bleeding from pain.
Just itching to let it out.
I cant.
That block is still somewhat there,
Killing my mind slowly.
Making me insane.
I cant help this.
I cant stop it.
What is it,
and for once
I come clean,
and say my fear