I lay in my bed at three in the morning
Been up late playing video games
Waiting waiting to go to sleep
Relaxing my muscles
Why does my mind sound so fucking loud?
It's like a glass vase fell into a million pieces
Right inside my head...
Trying, hard, to scoop up the shards of glass that filled my brain
Each thought from the day is out of my each, cant throw it away
I keep stepping on the shards of my thoughts
Broom I thought, a broom will work
But it did not
I tried every broom in the house
It didn't work
My head is racing, stepping on the glass
My feet bleeding and oozing
The socks are two wet and cut up to wear anymore
I have to stop the thoughts, to pick up one's glass
Then in a snap, the mind faded to black
A candle seeping in and out
Forcing myself to forget I have glass on my floor
I will deal with it later
In for four, two three four
Hold for four, two three four
Out for six, two three four five six
Repeat
And then finally, maybe, I'll sleep
