Messed up mind.

When you speak with your words on paper,
In my mind I experience a play.
But my mind takes over, and love becomes the topic.
Then the curtain falls.

When you write, your mind is speaking.
As long as you mind speaks, you’re alive.
As long as I bleed, I’m dying.
But if you speak, I’m smiling.

As long I cry, I have feelings.
As long the time is ticking away, we go up and down.
As long as you speaking to me, I have meanings.

I can’t have you by my side.
I have no one to touch me with love.
Words of a bully won’t hurt me,
Against the pain I put myself through inside.

Don’t ask me why I am depressed or have panic attacks.
I have no idea why.
And even in my dreams, I make it worse then it already is.
And I can’t tell if it’s killing me, or making me stronger.

I have no idea what to say, my mind is just in a dark place.
Only the moon shines through.
For just in case.