I'm just trying to clear my mind.
I just go away in the corners of my mind,
Cut my wrists so my mind bleeds the negative thoughts,
I cut in my mind.
Though somewhere in those short slits between the jagged razorís tear
Of my skin to the milliseconds arrival of my veins,
The thought of a better life passes through the other 150 million other thoughts,
Catches my attention so I read the poem in my hands that readÖ
Itís a cold world and I have nothing to cloak my broken spirit.
Iíll listen to the old sultry voice of Etta James,
To piggyback her words to take a ride to where I want to be,
Sit in a metro and enjoy the nostalgic memories and the nauseating smells,
Look outside the window and literally watch as the world passes me by.
Look up to see the first snow flake that slide gently around the glass;
As I follow it with my fingertips,
Making intricate but insignificant little signs,
And slip away to where I no longer want but where I need to be,
A stranger sits in front of me,
And stares into my eyes,
She asked ďIs it cold where you are?Ē
Yes, it is.