Tuesday, April 28, 2009 @6:31 AM
if it's a table is broken, replace it
if it's an arm is broken, brace it
if it's a heart is broken; face it
you came into my life
as quickly as you left.
you grabbed a cutting knife
and sliced right through my breast.
you didn't mean to hurt
but what did you expect?
my heart now cut in two
it feels beyond repair.
injury done by you
life just isn't fair.
so here we are, just friends,
but i long to be more.
desire with no end
throbbing from my core.
you didn't mean to hurt?
but what did you expect?
all i could give was; my heart
and probably that wasn't enough
racing, rambling thoughts; running rapidly you'll find
delegation doesn't dictate; this mental state of mind
sound, ceremonial satire; written out of woe
etching every memory; fighting off my foe
flighty, fearless conduct; heroically on a high
embracing every weakness; wordless as to why
insomnia intensely active; innocently i implore
exhausted, eerie actions; eyes closing nevermore
raging, rancid thoughts; irritability now in play
tearful, sadistic tempest trying to find my way.
abusive, angry actions; meddling done no more.
bruised, battered and broken; still fighting a fruitless war
i’m surrounded by souls
however, i’m nothing but alone
i talk to many ears throughout the day
although none of them really hear me
i sit close to many warm bodies; but I am still frozen inside
i feel their touch graze my skin even so, still numb i'll always be
i see them stare at me, judging character by appearance
nonetheless, they are still blind and without guidance
i feel for those that chose horrible paths,
their disabled souls force my care to go untouched.
my tears of despair fall on closed, parched mouths.
while my breath of courage blows against hardened hearts.
i’m completely accompanied but utterly alone.
no one can reach to me now, but the kiss of the dark grows.
seclusion in delusion, minus a life,
saves a small soul from heart shattering strife.
so many friends and family, yet i’m so lonely and alone
no one to reach out and talk to, all by myself left to condone
how did I let this happen again?
why didn’t I see it from a long distance away?
how could I allow the trap to be set?
knowing my past and foolish ways
i guess what they said is the truth and i am completely truly insane
just look at the foolish choices i’ve made
i just can’t help not to refrain
i’m attracted to conflict and sickly to the pain
when will the violence stop; how will I finally end the disdain
measly all I ask for is one simple day
just one day where my life is not in complete disarray
i sugarcoat my troubles and most of all my despair
dwelling in my own misery; not willing or able to share
so here i sit in solitude trying to work my troubles out
conversing with my thought process; always a second doubt
it’s hard to get good advice from an unstable mind
not knowing if i’m right or wrong; fearful of what i’ll find
how can i maintain this relationship when only one will communicate?
finding it harder not to take the easy way out;
although the thought is becoming one of my traits
i don’t feel i’m evil, though maybe i’ve been wrong all along
i do want to be normal, but i first need to become strong
so here i sit in solitude with this pen and paper in hand
they’ve now become my new best-friend and always understand
he gazes skyward, but no sapphire sunset can capture her heart.
weave your tale of woe; convincing yourself it's so.
