Meet Me At Ground Zero

I whispered this secret to the ocean, but it was rejected on the sand.

The pressure has become too thick for me to withstand.

The words have over heated, locked in the oven…well overdue.

The truth of this all may burn, but this needs to be heard by you.

An un-quenched thirst in a drought…

My world has flipped around, completely inside out.

Before I could find the right words, I resorted to the dirt.

I buried this secret as the seconds ticked…only way to obliterate how much it hurt.

One day the clock stopped ticking, I thought it was well off buried; eminently suppressed.

Come to think of it, the dirty little secret was just compressed.

Constricting so tight I began digesting my lungs…

Nothing bothered me, because everything was numb.

So I replaced my eyes with reflectors from the sun,

My heart fell in lust with the concept of a dark place to run.

Grabbed my lucky charm and a parachute, with the intent to leave one at the ledge.

From the top of the cliff I jumped, just as I made my pledge.

If I were meant to fight this battle, I’d make it to the ground: free fall.

Lucky charm in hand, all dependent on fate’s call.

This is a tough war to face alone, but the last thing I want is sympathy.

Just asking if you’d have my back…if need be.

Pretty well off on my own, I don’t want any kind of hero,

But if you can handle it, meet me at ground zero.