For the first time in my life
I am free of thought
My breathing is controlled
The winds cannot be caught
Though it is blissful
A sick kind of peace
I feel terrible
I need a thought at least
Innocence is not my thing
It is not my kind
I don't take a liking to it
I wish I could rewind
I feel like I am blank
A white and empty page
I need some feeling in me
Love, sickness, rage
The voices in my head
Have finally quieted down
For once in my life
I wish they were around