Today I cracked my skull open.
I cracked it right in half.
Much like the way an egg splits
When you tap it against glass.
I peeled my skull away,
To see what set inside.
I wanted to find this cozy place
That my anxiety chose to reside.
The interior was warm.
Heavier than I had assumed.
Probably from my childhood’s hour,
When life had felt so doomed.
I placed my hands inside,
And squeezed the contents in my grip.
Blood oozed all around my palms.
Through my fingers, my brain split.
No matter how I searched,
I couldn’t find a soul.
If it’s all just in my head,
Where did the anxiety go?