Tilted sideways...

There's days i feel like me, free n complete... Then there's others that scream from daydreams to stop it, please... Pleads follow the need to gather myself within my means... Then i lean into the the way my mind leaves me to wander with eyes that leak... Finding a shortness of breath when screening through the anxieties pleads... I teeter on things in my mind my heart caused due to cheap tings... As hitting my head only indented bings in the chest that opened holes for grief to breathe... Sometimes I'm ok n everything seems to be a relief... Then i wind up not being able to believe in anything... Idk if I'm coming or going or what mood will trigger the lead down deep in my very own heap... I'm no one to be although others think I'm living the dream... I feel alone n dead all at once n it swings like saloon hinges that creek something mean... I'm tilted sideways unable to rinse myself clean from the heat that creates a sweat that stinks... As i sink n then surface with a gleam safe from what I've seen...