UPSIDE DOWN

After something crazy happens to you,

You begin to feel lost.

You start to lose touch of reality and everything begins to go numb.

But for everyone else you remain strong,

For those around you, you try to grasp at unraveling strings,

Try to piece together the shattered pieces,

With tape, with glue, with anything you can.

But everyone knows shattered glass is never fixed.

You know that everything you are trying to do is fruitless.

So you let it fall apart.

You let it disintegrate into dust.

That same dust flies through the air around you as you empty out the old, untouched rooms.

It swirls around you, visible in the fading hours of the evening.

It reminds you of the inklings of what your life once was,

The vanishing memories of your fucked up youth.

The craziness dies down after several years,

But by that point, anyone that mattered to you is gone anyway,

Dead, left, gone from your life and you are all alone.