I walk with a stride only I can walk

A piece of me still missing somewhere

But I’ve sown zippers to the cuts I’ve made on my arms

I’m a man of my word

At least I’d like to think I am

I hold on to the little hope I have

Clutching to it like a child

Maybe that’s just what I am

A child

Neglected by the mother that now pretends

Parents aren’t perfect but every child wishes they were

I zip up my bleeding heart

No need for that right now

Stuff the emotions in

Or feel them?

Which one is it?

I don’t know anymore

I don’t know anything but that I’m lost in a horde

Of monsters in my head

Creatures under the bed

I’d like to go back and change the past

But I must move forward

Maybe I’m just ranting at this point?

But at least I can breathe

And tell you I still feel

Because all I have right now

Is that I haven’t grown cold yet

I haven’t lost my mind

Not completely at least

I still feel crazy underneath

But my mind feels clear for once

Maybe near death was the only real way

To feel alive