Fear driven heart
Like a car engine that can’t start
With the key left out of the ignition
He comes in dreams it seems
The Wyatt Earp of fantasies
And might give in…
Put my hopes on a fantasy novel I don’t know if I should begin…
But possibly never should have ended..
My heart is stretched thin
Feet literally bruised to the skin
breathe the pain within
The cracks left inside the marrow
tell myself it’s all in my head..
All in my head
So I don’t bother anyone while they sleep in bed
Seeing my tears fall without a sound,
Trying to hold my breath & not make a sound
I don’t know how I ended up so down
But I see a rainbow ahead, so I hold onto the frown
While everyone else lives peacefully
I feel like I am living like a hound.