Open Wound

I could make my bed

I could clean my room

But I'm picking at an

Open wound

I'm just laying in bed

Need some rest for my head

I could stay asleep

Give my life to these sheets

Don't you look too closely

There's nothing to see here

Just how reclusive ways

Seep back into place

And how can I be wrong

If no one can hear me calling out

It's been weighing, on my chest

This feeling of pseudo-reality

And if my efforts are for nothing

Then I suppose it's just

A matter of time, and acceptance

A big, beautiful blur

Pushing on into nothing