Sometimes

Sometimes------ Things get so bad And you can't even tell God So you prop yourself up in a corner And you wait for the world to stop moving And you think that the spin might subside But it doesn't------ So you sink to your knees Pulling the crumbling walls down upon you Waiting to be buried beneath them Wanting to lie flat, be insignificant unseen, unnoticed. Not quite---- But the world closes in Squeezes you so tight Until you can't breath. Nonexistent air floats around your face, Teasing your nose, almost crawling through closed nostrils. But instead becoming tears And burrowing into your cheeks Leaving dry cracks and crevices in their wake. You push yourself back Wanting to fall into darkness and hide, But it is too bright where you land And your painted on pupils boil and melt Fusing to your skull and dripping poison onto your brain. Not a dream--------- no escape. Sometimes it is so bad And you can't tell nobody Because even God stopped listening months ago. The angels stuffed their wings into their ears and your prayers go straight to voicemail. And your hurt is so deep You just want to furl into yourself becoming a ball of tears but you can't even cry cause your eyes are puffed and swollen shut even a teardrop can't squeeze through. And you tell yourself that you've been here before It is all the same, but so much different than then. Sometimes you've just got to sit on your hands waiting for an end to the chaos. waiting for the world to just-- Stop