I've been trying for so long,

To get rid of my mind. 

To wake up and not feel,

Stuck to my kind. 

I've waited for too long,

To be rid of your smiles. 

If I could get that far,

I'd consider it miles. 

But stuck is what I am,

After a week of being alone-

I had tried to move on,

Only to be stuck to that stone. 

My feet had been moving,

I thought each step a vict'ry. 

But instead of walking away,

I'm getting closer to our tree. 

The trunk we would sit on,

As we committed our favorite sin. 

And wake lucid from that dream,

Feeling the shame for how we'd been. 

I'm stuck to my past,

Stuck there alone.

Stuck while they continue,

To talk on the phone.

Stuck on the subject,

Of my twisted flaws. 

Sticking to the future,

With wide open jaws. 

Frozen in place,

Alone in my dreaming. 

My pain is what frees me,

Sticking me to nothing.