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| imation (profile) wrote, on 6-17-2004 at 3:13am | |
| Current mood: sad Subject: to be crazy like me |
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| blood pumps through my house of bone my tomb... my glass shelter. i need to escape. constantly waiting for when I can start ... Has my life already slipped by? liquid seeping out the corners dried and cracked leaky the faucet in my bathroom reveals my face distorted, blurried i do not even recognize this face water splashes water spots away my blood drains red to white in the shiny silver. i am not alive. i cannot be this is not what life is i have drained this life once drained forever stained with heartache my eyes burn with self-deprication self-hatred only because i let you make mistakes over and over and i'm out of solutions. i'm out of the answers to make you stop crying i cannot convince you ever again that this is what I want. Yes.. the same things uttered the same stale statements tepid similes and washed out metaphors you love me like i love you like water hits the basin like the sun goes down like you give up. No... i cannot give you one more benefit of a doubt i cannot show you what i feel it is only mine- I don't even want you to know. we speak to each other vaguely so later we can say "oh sorry, you misunderstood." i prepare myself in so many ways to feel better when you let me down. always aware that it is imminent innate. intrinsic. but i am IRRATE this is you at your finest the short goodbyes cannot tell me enough that we are so far from where I thought we were. "do not cry over the things you cannot change" -but you make believe everything is out of your hands. i will not cry god, grant me the serenity when you do not ridicule to accept the things I cannot change i will not walk away the courage to change the things i can when you tell me you are wrong and the wisdom to know the difference i cannot make anymore excuses. |
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leftofcool | pressure drop, 06-20-04 1:31am a lot of that sounds fimiliar... we all make our own mistakes, but if you happen to learn from someone elses, end it when you hear yourself say so. |