My own chain

 I want to write...

I want to brain storm

But there's a storm in my brain

And I'm feeling I'm losing the fight 

I say everything is alright,

While wondering if everything will ever be alright 

Sometimes i struggle to get out of my bed 

And feel I need to run away

From inside my own head 

Step the gas in the highway 

Not knowing where I go

But going away from what is behind 

And I don't want to hide from anything 

Or hide anything I'm , but seems I don't get rest

Is easier when I'm alone in the forest 

Where every wild animal should be 

If I don't see anything binding my arms or feet 

Why can't I feel I'm free 

Why I don't see wounds 

Yet feel this pain

Maybe that's it ...

I've become my own chain 

Lost

 I find myself lost, while trying to find myself 

And wonder, if being lost is what I'm meant to be

When I'm lost, I'm free 

Free from the illusion 

That someone is waiting for me 

I'm as dark as the shadows I belong 

I'm nor right or wrong 

I'm what's left...

Something between what I was

And what I wanted to be 

Like a tree...

That tried to rise high to the sky

And ended with my roots deep in hell

I'm the caster and the spell 

A heart that beats faster 

When wondering if it shouldn't beat 

Something many wanted to have

But never tried to keep 

I'm no poet, and I can't write poetry 

Even if I would love to be able to do so

I'm something that seems to belong everywhere 

But don't have anywhere to go 

No matter how much I walk 

But maybe that's the poetry of my being 

The one I decided to talk...