Here I am Again

I.

There's nothing I could say that would make any sense.

I'm detached and unwitted; novacaine numb.

I'm wired and Tired

I don't even know myself anymore.

I'm a stranger to my own home

listening to there whispers in my head

...in my head I'm dead to all, but I'm beginning to feel.

You don't know me either,

you don't know me at all...

II.

Everyone keeps trying to change my mind,

Keep me away from metaphorical suicide.

Trying to protect me from my biggest threat... Me.

But everywhere I go...low and behold...

here I am again.

I wish he would cross me from this curse, bring me back down, and not make me wait.

Wait to claw at what's left of my grace.