Round & Round
i press the blade to my skin
i breathe
into my lungs
out of my lungs
when does the pain
of your world falling apart
begin to end?
how long will my brain
force me to mourn
the death of our infinite maybe
before i can finally have my mind
belong to me again?
my heart is ready to move forward
my memories hold me back
and no one holds me tonight
i am surrounded
suffocated
by the emptiness that arrives
when your sense of purpose departs
and i am ready for everything
to stop spinning
so fucking fast.