As a sufferer of severe OCD there are days on end that I can't out of my bed. |
-Don’t Leave Home- by Keaton Foster Covers Pulled Over my head Transparent Between threads Shapes shift Darkness Floods in Somethings there Squeezing A pillow Holding tight A death grip Grinding My teeth Oh how do My gums bleed I can’t sleep Wider awake My faculties Indeed suffer Drugs Don’t help Pills only lie The truth Must be Without question Faced I know it well I understand That this Can’t go on That someday I’ll die Natural Won’t be the cause Brutal Will be the method A person like me Knows Understands How to make a mess There is fear inside And terror outside I can’t go I just won’t I’m safe here Nowhere else Covers Pulled Over my head Transparent Between threads Shapes shift Darkness Floods in Somethings there Repeating The steps Absorbing The mess Taking it in Creating fear From this air I see creatures Beasts Out there Where I won’t go Where I don’t know As much as I wish To get up And face my fear And battle What’s not real I just can’t It is both Impossible And implausible All that I hear Kicking around In my skull In my chest Is a voice And it’s says Time and again Don’t leave home… Don’t Leave Home Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |