Meh

I can't get my mind to stop.
To focus long enough on one simple thought,
And carry it out to completion.
My fingers move too fast for poetry to make sense,
And the darkness inside is overwhelming.
I'm at a crossroad and I'm unsure if I should leave
The clouds behind, and pretend they're not there,
Or face them and come out bruised and bleeding.
So much for finding a solution in my friends,
So much for starting a new life at their sides.
Thoughts of you seep into my head, butterfly,
And sometimes they make my heart beat fast,
Sometimes they make it hurt again...
Where's my refuge? Now that life is new?
Where's my knight to make it all feel better?
Where's the angel to keep me from leaving?