My Inner Being

Like a river just after a heavy rain,
the blood pours out the sides of my self inflicted wounds.
My head was a dam that was forced to hold up for so long
that my thoughts started to break the boundaries and spill over.

Ghosts of the ones who once kept me standing
are stored within a pristine box on the only shelf I cannot reach.
Though there's a ladder I keep within my well lit attic,
I've yet to find the energy in this dark room to retrieve it.