The confines of fear

Running away is easier

Leaves a different mess

I can’t fake smiles anymore

It gets old quick

And wears on my soul

This air is thick

I feel it pushing on me

But the wind racing through the window chases it away

The speed surpasses all the things that eat away at me

Just the sound of Indie Rock

And the thoughts in my head

             That fade slowly

                     Until I silence them away

Maybe if I pretend they don’t exist they’ll really be gone…

Even for a minute

       I need some solace

Nope, that didn’t work

Just focus on the road

And the trees whizzing by

I don’t want to be here anymore

I’m tired of being scared

     Of myself

      Of others

       Of being trapped

        Of my soul’s hunger

I need to break free from these confines of fear

Addiction

I’m addicted to him
Not in an obsessive way, or even in a sexual way
I’m addicted to the way all my problems and anxiety seem to fade away when he is around

I can be having a total meltdown
And when he grabs my hand
               I’m relaxed
He’s my medicine

(Who am I kidding? He’s my drug)
He saves me from myself
Not every secret is bad