Why can’t I cry,
Why can’t I just let it all out,

If I hadn’t drank so much,
I would jump in my truck,
Drive out to nowhere,
Run with the night,
Listen to sounds nothingness, but everything
Watch the trees dance,
Sleep under the moon,

But I am trap in this house…

Closing my eyes,
Imagining I am lying next to the water,
Listening to it ripple against the bank,
Breathing in night air,
As if it was my last breath,

I feel it all, I feel nothing…

I tell myself I am not damaged,
But all too well knowing,

I am beyond repair…

~ by jbritt