I”d like to think to think again
to think like other people do.
My mind has deserted me
and stolen my unwanted soul… so it seems.
My heart beats fast, my hands shake, people do notice..
Do people notice that when I walk down the street my thoughts are breaking my steps?
Do they laugh at me? Oh God please..
I”d like to be three, no, one and a half
or maybe just back in the womb where I can hear
my mother”s heart beating to sooth, sooth me.
Tears run down my sallow dead face.
I cry for myself, I grieve for myself
I pray for myself to return
for without me I am already dead.
Yet nobody has come to my funeral