Post by addy on Apr 12, 2011 13:49:42 GMT -5
consuming my soul are these deep, dark, hurtful memories i try to keep locked away inside this nearly standing still, frozen, black heart.
pleading to hide my bleeding wrists covered with freshly healing gashes of yesterdays sorrow, a waiting scar; soon to become tomorrows integrations from the ones who pretend they really care.
though theres no need for you to ponder too deeply on how i really feel, because it was in fact you who said that it is the addition to the natural love influencing my own slow death that creates all lives torment.
is it anyones blame but my own that i have come within minutes of reluctantly ending my very own existence in this hell as i try.
though it too like sand escaped threw the most adequately placed fraction of increasing hole; in my struggling shaking tired cold hands, sand in the wind.
this storm cloud expanding with all the unstoppable emotion that has enforced its self threw my still miraculously beautiful eyes; in the shameful shape of tears my cloud has burst.
drowning my with the agony that i have ounce already to see, feel, and live in this lie of a struggle we all call life.
observing, hoping to live and learn from the regrets, mistakes, and obligations of other people who we mindlessly destroy inside, only thinking of our own thoughtless self indulgence; not even realizing were hurting those who in fact we were trying to give a helping hand.
how can we allow ourselves to continue to pull down a creature, a person, a mind, a soul, that feels pain, happiness, anger, and frustration with the same awkwardly, painful, hate as we all selfishly, thoughtlessly, mindlessly, or pure heartlessly force into the hearts and minds of the ones we say we love.
if my eyes could only but begin seep a fraction of the emotion the empathy, sympathy or pity that i feel; that my constantly wondering breaking mind is flooded with.
for every moment i think, i think of a way, a way to help the people i love, my family, my friends.
if i could only take the misery the hate the baggage; if i could carry all the confusion, the frustration, the madness, the sorrow, and the fear.
if i could only lead them threw the blindness of the fog, the dark of the night, my life would be, my life would be complete.
pleading to hide my bleeding wrists covered with freshly healing gashes of yesterdays sorrow, a waiting scar; soon to become tomorrows integrations from the ones who pretend they really care.
though theres no need for you to ponder too deeply on how i really feel, because it was in fact you who said that it is the addition to the natural love influencing my own slow death that creates all lives torment.
is it anyones blame but my own that i have come within minutes of reluctantly ending my very own existence in this hell as i try.
though it too like sand escaped threw the most adequately placed fraction of increasing hole; in my struggling shaking tired cold hands, sand in the wind.
this storm cloud expanding with all the unstoppable emotion that has enforced its self threw my still miraculously beautiful eyes; in the shameful shape of tears my cloud has burst.
drowning my with the agony that i have ounce already to see, feel, and live in this lie of a struggle we all call life.
observing, hoping to live and learn from the regrets, mistakes, and obligations of other people who we mindlessly destroy inside, only thinking of our own thoughtless self indulgence; not even realizing were hurting those who in fact we were trying to give a helping hand.
how can we allow ourselves to continue to pull down a creature, a person, a mind, a soul, that feels pain, happiness, anger, and frustration with the same awkwardly, painful, hate as we all selfishly, thoughtlessly, mindlessly, or pure heartlessly force into the hearts and minds of the ones we say we love.
if my eyes could only but begin seep a fraction of the emotion the empathy, sympathy or pity that i feel; that my constantly wondering breaking mind is flooded with.
for every moment i think, i think of a way, a way to help the people i love, my family, my friends.
if i could only take the misery the hate the baggage; if i could carry all the confusion, the frustration, the madness, the sorrow, and the fear.
if i could only lead them threw the blindness of the fog, the dark of the night, my life would be, my life would be complete.