I don't know what's going on - I just live here, man.
Nobody cares, sigh. Life isn't worth living, cry. Better off dead, bye. *Originally created 2/8/2021*
By Paula Marie3 years ago in Poets
It's been said that if you're truly in love with someone, the same love for another will not exist. An old flame has burnout,
Internally broken. I pick up the pieces as words go unspoken. There's always more than meets the eye, I'm strugglin' just to get by;
Rain, rain - go away... I've wiped these tears for years, my dear - but can't you hear? The sound [of silence] - it pounds my brain - consumed with pain;
I miss you so much, always craving your touch. The simplest brush right down my cheek, soft kiss upon my forehead - made me so weak.
In a way it's relieving. In another - my heart's grieving. I've finally let you go - it took me long enough, though, and I want you to know...
Pain - a familiar name; so many disguises, but all felt the same. *originally created 9/26/2019*
How does one heal? When they have no choice but to exist in the environment that broke them. How does one heal? When the "loved ones" around make sure you stay broken.
Stuck in a panic, I'm lost in the dark. A bad, mad man, who's manic - circling like a shark. It's just my luck - I can't outrun his truck.
