On letting go.

Dance with me, for I'll be leaving soon.
(wishes don't always come true)

"Leaving what?", you ask so distractingly.

I'm leaving whatever I see and whatever I don't see.

"Leaving it where?"

I'm leaving it the farthest away from me. No more will I ask myself....no more will I ask myself, "Where have I gone?"

I'm searching for you. And...
Lord, its you I want to find.

Get out.

So, I'm not sure whats up really.

It's extremely hard to explain what is wrong with me. I'm just so confused with life really. The confusement is wrapped around my heart like a rope; getting tighter and tighter till my heart is welted in different places.

"Confused about what!?" I ask as I scream at myself aloud. And all I can answer back is, "I don't really know."

Really, I'm just...

...still wanting to be alone.

I don't want to deal with people. I just want to be there for people, but I want to stick my own mind in a jar, with the lid screwed and glued on extra tight. I don't really want people to know me anymore. And that bothers me, because I fear it is unhealthy.

If that even makes sense at all.