The Mess Inside My Chest

I'm wired to this feeling stuck up Inside my chest,

And I know I can't break free from the grasp of this mess.

It's so loose and I'm confused, 

begging someone to remove this feeling, 

as if I'm just lost and reused. 

When will you set me free,

And soothe me once I flee?

The pain is holding me back,

And it bleeds slowly along the edges of my wounds.

I’m drowning in a stillness

that no one else can see,

trapped beneath the shadows

of what's left of me.

The shadows press in closer, stealing every part I used to be,

And the weight of my own silence slowly crushes what remains of me.