These thoughts running through my head

Contemplating life and death

So much noise, so much doubt

I’m afraid not even the darkness can figure this one out

I’m gonna build a little shelter here

And call it my home

Away from the wolves, away from the storm

This will be the last you hear, this will be the last you see

Of this torn asunder soul

I’ll burn down the bridges and call the ashes home

I’m a hungry heart with a loaded gun

Too tempted to shy away from the morning sun

I feel these eyes calling me home

But home is not where you are

Oh God, Where are you?

I’m finding it difficult to breathe under these heavy stares

Dear God what’s it going to take to make you care?

I’m burning, Im breathing, Im dying

I can’t seem to find my way out

Oh God…Where are you now?

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This poem is submitted by Matthew Malin. For more discussion on mental health and what it’s like to be inside his head, check out his blog “Confessions” here.

Always remember you are not alone.

You are loved.

PF