I’ve been trying to triangulate
My centre, but there is no point
Wherever I need to be
I need to remember myself
My whole being is hurting
Body, mind, heart and soul
I can’t even cry myself to sleep
And I’m sure it worked at some point
I hope that the morning comes soon
But the daylight will hurt me, too
Better let me have just nightmares
Than these little sweet dreams of you
My focus shifting all the time
Can’t lock on without making a choice
Don’t make me choose now, and I
Might at last find my own voice