spill

Way too fast now,
try to
slow down.
Can’t see past,
this mirror’s
one-faced
now.

Outside looking in,
I'm locked out,
I think I’m
drawing a blank
now.

Prescriptions -
better make
sense of it.
These things
we carry just
add to the
stress.

It’s depressing me.
I put on a good face
but
these days,
that’s not
so
easy.

Way too fast,
this fucking machine
is crazy.
I want off.

Spaced out somewhere
in between
time
and
our dreams.
I can’t wake up
without this aching feeling.
Something’s
missing
And I want
more.

The messes
we've made -
spilled
out
across the
bathroom floor