Psychosis

Somethings in my life are to complex to give expression to Somethings are too tense and tangled I contemplate on reasons and questions, beliefs and griefs' I keep them to my chest turning in my sleep Like a trinket, lockets or Kolesnikov's Cause at times they are too tender to surrender to time And other times they haunt and encircle me like ghastly clay pigeons I was told to die for what you love or love what you'd die for Most times I'm engulfed in repressions in corners on cold floors Relief feels like falling through air I breakdown into tears Like glass breaks into shards Splintering my heart beyond repair And I can't even speak when I need to At times I displace me when I need you Cause somethings I can't express or give expression to Somethings I bottle in me to protect you