A Damned Shame

I’m floating through the ceiling,
Watch you sink into the floor.
I caught you scratching at the floorboards
Screaming “I want something more”.
And as your eyes grew apathetic.
Glances locked towards the door.
I felt no vulture on my shoulder-
Barely thinking anymore.
And if you say, then I wouldn’t blame you.
It’s such a damn shame that you wanted
Someone who could save you.
Fixed up. You’re in my blood.
Out my roots and in my wood.
Convinced myself that I’m still enough
Without you.
Worn out my feet in a single week
And all I want is a little sleep
It’s all burned out.
It’s buried, I won’t dig it up for you.
Analyse the feeling.
Scared of shaking off the weight.
Romanticising my appeasing
That’s been keeping me awake.
I fucked up- feel it in my gut.
Sleeping off the guilt.
Help me feel enough without you.
And I’m cynical. Told to “race this round your head and let this go”.
And I’m cynical. Told to “race this round your head and let this-”
“Take a dose of meds. Forget this-”
“Put this thing to bed and let this go”.