lace up

from by Lumber Lung



This is not a cry for help
We all have our addictions
It takes a while to understand
Someone's hidden forms of self-abuse.

I don't want anyone's help
Not showing any signs
How slow I feel or
How fleeting satisfaction is.

But now I know what I want
Like a cut or a hawk
Concise, clean, believing
A slice through memory.

I wish I was moving mountains
Wish I could know my hands
Try to see past my hands.

In the back of my mind
I've always known it's been,
Been about control
A fight with myself.

Feelings worry at loose threads,
Threaten to rip the seams
That are holding everything.
Holding it all in.


from 2012, released August 1, 2012



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