tangled mind

through the nights Weary head, drowning and Sinking feeling as if a part of me is dead, these thoughts wigh me down like a ton of rocks, they make me feel as it was all my fault, people always tell me it isn't, but my inner self is not present, that fleeting thought, like a game of cat and mouse, it has a hard time getting caught, the strings in my mind have been twisted and cut, frantically running with glue in hand trying to put it back together, sometimes I feel like a trucker with a trailer full of of my own thoughts headed nowhere, liveing after you like I'm a shadow without a body, I chase after you in my dreams and try to grab you, but you slip through my fingers, as I slowly rise I look around your not there, but that's OK because I'll just haft to learn to live without you right here.