Safe (I don’t feel it)

Laying on the living room floor. In tears. Crying bucket loads. Listening to music. Woeful tunes. Unhelpful. But I can’t help it. Too many martinis… stirred not shaken… 007 Daniel Craig stylie… he’s not bothered if they are shaken or stirred. Mind racing. Heart racing. I don’t feel safe. An alien concept, I abore. I…

Still…

Still not right Lost my fight Can’t find my spark Trapped in the dark The smallest thing Sends me reeling Wish I could shake it Or even fake it God, I miss the light I just want to feel alright