Detach

Detach....separate....disengage;

Pain, torment, all down the page.

It's like yesterday was everything

and today can't be the same.

Detach...separate...disengage.

There is no falling or crying or drowning in water;

There is no lack of air, need to disappear or avoiding cannon fodder.

It's not like the feelings before that traveled down the pages;

It's different...internal, and comes in blood and stages.

It's everything that was done and said in unequal proportions. 

It's the motions, the actions, not the words that were spoke with misfortune. 

There was no screaming, no yelling, no physical fits of anger;

There was distrust, manipulation that followed with the flag "danger".

The glass falling to the floor, shattering into pieces

Was nothing more than a heart covered in diseases;

Pumping, thumping, beating and pounding out its fight

Breaking, faking the need for its own life. 

Fractured, shattered, broken beyond repair;

Cutting, hurting, pain replacing all the fear.

Its nothing,it's everything, the hollowness in between

what should of, could of, and never ever would be. 

So I tell you now, how the numbness comes creeping in...

Detach....separate....disengage;

Pain, torment, all down the page.

It's like yesterday was everything

and today can't be the same.

Detach...separate...disengage.

~~grb  11/20/2015