I Am A Stranger To Myself

I had sealed my lips, stitched it with fragile truth, 

The truth is 

I'm a stranger to myself

When I turn off my bedroom lights,

I was fascinated by the silence

before a storm,

There are little thoughts jumping around my head,

I feel the world turn around

I noticed the blade kept on my nightstand,

it's not it's the usual home

I look at the mirror

My hands smudged with blood,

the skin between my purple nails is scratched,

I hear cries from next door,

when I opened the door with greasy hands it was

myself

She was trying to breathe,

the room was filled with little thoughts jumping around,

Blood swiftly moving between everything,

crashing the papers flying around,

winds messing with my needs,

hurricane taking away my sweet little dream,

and the floor was covered in ashes of things she didn't need,

now I know why my blade want in the kitchen drawer but my nightstand,

when everything settled down

I saw her standing right there,

I'm a stranger to myself.