spinning
shoulders heavy with your words
weighted weakness in the words
they're easier not to read
when i'm spinning

sinking
memory framed inside my picture
picture perfect in my picture
easier not to look at
when i'm sinking

the words aren't saying what I want to say
this isn't how I thought it'd be at all
and tears rock me to sleep at night
and my dreams wake me up
to days that are the day before
it's hard to say what is right and wrong
and to put that in a thought
of how life is supposed to be
i want to be able to write confusion away
and feel a sense of relief
when the words spill out
but there's a dam against me
in more ways than one
and if that day comes
if life is easier than it was
will you still be there?

relief
a revealing
satisfaction
smiling, and tears
happy returns
and fear flees
to hide, again
amongst regret, and woe
I, let it go
the weight
upon my shoulders
like Atlas
giving up