These thoughts
Lost in the whirlwind
That used to breeze
Easily over this mind

No longer
Do I have easy thoughts
Normality never seemed so perverse
And I just can't keep going
With my mouth shut

But my eyes are wide open
And I trust them more
Than this weary heart
That seems to have
A fault line
Seperating
From my brain

                Is it me?
Is it you?
                  Who are we really?
Am I lost?
 
                  Sick?
                  
Or just sick
Of this reality
That was sewn
So easily
Into my meager existence

This depression
Slides so easily over me
Like a blanket
From Mother
In the dead of the night
                               But much less....
                                                    Comforting...

And yet I drone along
Lazily
Head in my own lap
Wishing I had
A guillotine
To end all this...