Therapy.

Punch out, free to go,
Biting cold, out past the door,
Goodnight to the guys.

Start her up, let's scram.
Silver moon glints off the hood,
Where's that heat dammit.

My music starts up,
The bass resonates within,
Pure bliss fills my head.

Road beneath the tires,
Thumbs tap out the heavy beat,
Take the back way home.

Don't need to think here,
Just let the crescendo ride,
This must be heaven.

Let's just chase the stars,
Forget all of our anchors,
Follow the music.

Oh shit that's a deer.
Damn it got late too quickly.
I need to go home.

Pull in the driveway,
Park it, turn out the headlights.
Let the song finish.

I feel so heavy,
I don't want to be here now,
Damn it got cold out.

Requesting an Audience

Feet reflecting the ache  in my chest,
I heave my legs over the edge of my bed.
Gotta keep pushin,
Gotta keep the demons at bay.
When my feet hit the floor, Satan will say:
"Oh shit, she's up."
...right?
Doc says these meds will work,
Says that it's just a matter of time.
Time....
Something I had less of in my head.
No matter the amount of thoughts I have,
No matter how many equations I solve,
The fiends keep knocking.
Keep begging.
Keep pleading.
I know what will happen if I go there,
I risk never coming back.
In this moment, I want to die.
Again.
This happens hourly,
then vanishes.
My feet hit the floor,
and the insistent beseeching inside my skulls stops.
Another battle won.

Supplement Facts

You held out your hand, 

Molded together my heart, 

And lied to my face. 

Maybe I'm guilty, 

Maybe it was all in my head, 

Yet I still loved you. 

You played me for fool, 

Broke my heart again in pieces, 

And then played victim  

Don't get mad at me, 

You are the one who did this, 

Liar, you'll get yours.