My thoughts are strong and heavy
So i put them under the stairs
I close the door, I lock the lock
And reinforce with chairs.
—
I turn and walk away
From that god awful pit
It’s time to eat my breakfast
But there’s no place to sit.
—
I look at the door
Not considering the view
But what’s beyond my field of vision
A nauseating stew.
—
I make a galling choice
To breakdown the barricade
With my hand on the handle
I battle feeling scared
—
I confront the thoughts and feelings
I say “I need to speak.”
“And you are going to listen.”
I battle feeling weak
—
I fulfill half a solution
When i rant and i moan
The other half’s to keep on living
Not to dwell here, all alone.
