chance coincidences

my head is raging
it weighs a ton
ceaseless pounding on the door that just refuses to budge
i think i might just topple over
soon
not soon enough though

i cant say that i've done the best job packing up the past
but everythings there
stuffed into this huge box thats threatening to spill over
i've tried picking up the pieces
getting cut in the process
letting time heal the wounds
which have without doubt left countless scars
that i will by and by learn to live with
and come to terms with
its a chapter of my life that i want to close
enough said
theres nothing more i want to know
it just hurts