I can’t remember the words

I was born a choker.

I’m just a grenade

Throw me far away.

No-

Wait

Too late

Gone

Lost

Hopeless

Dream-world fantasies

Tortured symphonies

I’m suffocating

So I grab your hand

But I slip through

I’m passing through empty air

Were you ever there?

Now it’s just me and the darkness.

A hand brushes my throat

And I scream silently

No one can hear anything.

I don’t care if you’re real anymore.

Between reality and dreams is a swinging door.

I’m tired of screaming up here

But I will keep throwing my flares.

Anything to get out of the darkness.

I don’t want to hide, I want to be free

Jump off of a cliff and hope you catch me.

If a lifeline of hope dropped down to me

I could wait for the room to stop spinning.