Brick By Brick

my mind has been numb for six years. i can't be blamed for my actions. everything i do is only for the reactions. it's what's in the cup that matters. clear elixer with something bubbly has me walking like a baby, grabbing for somebody, anybody. i'll move his hands around my neck hoping he'll be the one to squeeze too tight. but he just gets nervous and asks if he's doing alright. never been the one to talk about ****, but usually the one all the guys wanna hit. i have this weight on my shoulders so i'd rather just lay in bed than explain how i built walls seperating me from my foundations. soon, it'll be too much to let anyone else in. brick by brick i made this path. just me, mary jane, and sylvia plath.