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Not Even Good For Myself
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December 2011 Walking around a dark lit room a light flickers in the distance,
the adrenaline rushing through my veins is my assistance,
only thought in my head is someone wants to end my existence,
but they didn't expect this type of resistance,
every door along the hallway is closed, am i dreaming?
behind every wooden frame i swear i hear screaming,
3 doors down is an open room labeled Here Without You,
all your victims glued to the walls i find out late about you,
your arms push out and lock me in this hell,
with enclosed memories you've thrown me in a cell,
our eyes lock and all i see is a tear form on your eye,
how could you put me in here and still cry?
i wake up and realize it was all in my head,
i am laying warm and safely in my own bed,
obviously over thinking the dangers up ahead,
i'll only ever be good enough for myself i dread.
