With the door slammed shut and the windows locked
I layed on my bed with my eyes toward the ceiling
contemplating the bigger things in life

I curled up in my bed
with enough blankets to cover me
from the top of my head
to the tip of my toes

I felt trapped inside my head
The same thoughts circling in my mind
but what was the point

It’s not like something would come of it
All this over thinking for nothing
Is there a way to under think
A way to turn down the voice in my head

After long hours of laying there
stiff, still
I rolled off my bed and stood up

I picked up my book
The book with all the poems about you

I ran down the stairs and threw the book into the fireplace
I watched the flames engulf the book
I didn’t care

In that moment I felt like the book
Engulfed by red, hot thoughts
that did no good but leave me bruised and scarred

so I decided at that moment
to turn my thoughts off and live
live the life I wanted to live

No worries
just me
and the open air