Zoning In & Out

by CânnâBîsh   Jun 12, 2018


The tv is on
Its really loud
Pretty bright
And
I'm zoning out.
Mind is running
All over the place
There's not a demon
I haven't faced
Past still taunts me
Memories are hazy
Maybe its the pills
Making me lazy
Silently screaming
Yelling pleading
Outside I'm fine
Inside I'm bleeding
People are talking
Slowly fading out
You're all laughing
While..
I'm saturated
In self doubt
I'm zoning back in
Zoning back out
Where's my confidence
No self control
Its no coincidence
I think about my
My own demise
I'm zoning in
I'm zoning out
Not coming back
I'm getting worse
Zoned all the way out
Someone call the hearse

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  • 5 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Sounds like me after too much red...
    No, seriously, as well written, formatted and rhymed this is, it is also a very sad piece. That feeling of the world going on around but you not quite being part of it somehow is a horrible one. Days can drift by without you actually experiencing them, if that makes sense.

    Do take care,

    Ben

    • 5 years ago

      by CânnâBîsh

      It makes perfect sense. And thank you lots (:

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