Where am I.
This is not the me I use to know.
At some point I took a wrong turn.
The point of that turn is unknown.
My heads a mess and I can’t think straight.
I don’t know how I got here in the first place.
This position we r in was never my intention.
I just started crying and then it happened.
Was it subconscious?
Was it assumptive?
So many questions,
To which I don’t have the answer.
Writing was always an outlet.
But as I sit here, I struggle to type.
The emotions have been blocked for so long.
I think they may even be gone.
Blocking emotions with booze, denial and silence.
Hoping never to acknowledge or feel the pain.
Even blocking the inner words of myself.
These are the things that have led me here today.