Who Needs Rescuing?

Stuck in misery's purgatory I sludge through these days not knowing what to feel
Up but mostly down, sometimes happy but mostly sad, torn over which is real

A snail's pace of moving on but staying put and trying to decide which half of the fork to travel
Keeping my sanity perfectly intact as the ends are lost, it steadily frays and unravels

Missing your face but trying to force it out of my head.. yet make it stay
Wanting to do nothing but run to you yet trying to crawl any other way

Being forced to keep remembering the day we met, my yellow sweater, "hey you"
Hearing your voice, touching your skin, "you're not so tall", getting drunk off all the new

I can't escape you even at night when I lay on my right side to not feel my heart pound
I scream and cry, my blood pounds my head to wake me from my dream's awful sounds
-ABH-