Suppression

What the hell
is wrong with me
I'm so dizzy ,
i cant see
check my medical history
wrapped in a enigma
of a mystery.

i was once full
of happiness and zest
crying in my cornflakes,
i tried my very best
i glide on tip toes
my heart feels the freeze
through the valley of the dieing
and the screaming trees
i lost my way
of the golden path
i forgotten how to smile
i forgotten how to laugh.

Like a bullet
fired through suppression
hitting its target
triggering this depression
It was never enough
when the pain dials up
when it gets to much
feeling useless and dead
when i lie down
on a rack of nails
i use as a bed.

Through the shattered mirrors
and feathered pillows
only glass, cushions
this fall from grace
and the taste of decay
imprinted on my breath
encapsulates and articulates
this once velvet tongue,
talking is my only way out
it really is the only way
if only someone will
listen to words i long to say.