Stutter
This feeling sining into my chest
It feels as though someone has cut me open and poured in hardening cement
I don't even know what is running through my brain
I suppose now, I have really gone insane
I cannot tell if I have just overeaten
I want to fastforward, end this, just run away
I do not know what I am doing
I do not know what to eat
So, I think of the things I could have done
where I went wrong, before I fall to sleep
But when I dream, I am not dreaming
am haunted by fear and anxiety
However,
I have grown to live to dream
I love something brand new happening
Afterall,
My life is on repeat
People pretend positivity is an easy task
But I cannot sort out the thoughts in my mind
like the constellations in the sky
It is too much to save,
because my brain works too fast for my mouth to say
that my body is a cage
So I do not speak
And I am condemned in silence
trapped in my stream
of conscienceness
How long could I go on?
I could use all of the paper in the world
But I keep my thoughts locked safe away
I guess,
for a better cause