Drifting

My heart,
This loving compass,
Is unsettled and broken,

This body,
Weak and exhausted,
Aching for sleep…

Caffeine and nicotine,
Have always been my medicine.
But instead of the relaxing cure,
It stirs me up - much too well…

What the hell is wrong with me?
That I wanna cut myself
To set me free?

I’m aching for a kiss,
A touch of rough hands
On sensitive skin.

I’m longing,
for a walk on the wild side,
Freedom,
Peace of my mind.

Gradually drifting into daydreams,
Where all my wounds heal…