surreal

my head is reeling.
my mind is full of shit.
my heart is somewhere else; in its place is a huge hole.
my spirit is a heap of shards of broken glass.
my hands and feet are lead.

home is no longer my comfort zone.
everyday is a battle.
everywhere i go, there's war.

my soul can't rest in peace.
there's no place for me to rest.
there's no pillow to put my head on.
there's no light at the end of the tunnel.

chocolates no longer offer any consolation.
flowers are for the dead.
kisses are bitter poison.

i just rediscovered this. according to the time-stamp, i wrote this on march 01, 2006. there's nothing poetic about this, i know. just random thoughts and musings.