miércoles, 27 de agosto de 2014

something broke inside her, fix me.

something broke, in her
mind, oh fragile mind,
something broke her.

something broke, and I can't fix it.
my rock, she broke, and I can't fix it.
someone come help me, fix it.
she's gone. she's not here. she's
broken. fix it.

half sense sentences,
compulsive hand usage,
urges to run free,
to organize EVERYTHING,
confusion reigns,
i can't do this without you,
someone fix her.

something broke inside her.
and she won't let me beside her.
to try and understand this new way
she sees the world.
fix me.

I want to dive into your psychosis.
Feel the new era upon me.
"ALL THE WORLDS A STAGE"
and I'm just part of your tech crew,
my dear. fix me.

So i can roam free like you.
So i can understand what you're going through.
let's fix this.

1 comentario:

cami dijo...

Sometimes we don't need fixing
we just need some meditation
an escape
from all the pressures
all the expectations
of how we are supposed to live
let me just be!
i'm just made of cells
that make up
flesh
bones
blood

let me see, let me see
if i can get out of here
let me see, let me see
i beg, i cry, i plea
let me escape outside
i no longer want to hide
take me on a ride
that will make me
smile wide

remind me of the days
when the leaves made me want to write.