You ever feel like

you need to go?

You need to run?

You need to just

not.be.here?

These are not,

I promise you not,

Suicidal thoughts.

I’ve had those.

I crawled my way

back

from those.

I lived those.

I stitched myself up

From those.

That is not what these

That is not what this

Are.

Is.

This is a sadness

an anger

a frustration

that can only be saved

by the wind in my hair

by the wind in my mind

by the wind in heart.

This is an unknown.

But an unknown that is not good.

Maybe it’s these

pretty

pink

pills.

Maybe it’s these

plain

white

walls.

Maybe it’s this

clean

empty

space.

How can I be

the me

the one

the same

When in actuality

I am

everything

but.

How can I be

there

here

present

When I am

growing

tired.

Can I ask?

Will you answer?

Is it possible to have

one foot

in

and one foot

missing?

Can I do that?

Did I do that?

How can I be

the me

the one

the same

When in actuality

I am

everything

but.