Monday, July 12, 2010

Terrible

Let it be known that the places we sleep are growing on us
Till we weep and we follow it like sheep to the edge of reality
Let it be known that the places we keep are killing us now
Are making us weak
I was shaking from sorrow and I thought it would be kind
To let me just weep but the tears stayed in my eyes
I thought I knew the way to shape what I have
But I am still rising into the heat
I am still breathing in these noxious fumes
I am still feeling the sickly yellow growing inside of me
Like I have no say in anything
Because I was born to bear this place
And it has been killing me and growing on me
Let it be known that I can't feel anything but this
I can't believe in anything but this and the hope that someday I can make it disappear

I put on this wool and I wore it all around
But still I was cold and the chill was in my very bones
Still I was breathing in this cold this freeze
It was chilled to let me hurt in every way possible
It was cool just to taunt me and berate me for being so

If I could ask you if you feel lonely sometime would you turn from me
If I asked you just to stay with me would you be going sometimes
If I asked you to hear me would you do so willingly
This chill is killing me from the inside
I needed to believe someone loved me would I be so selfish as to believe I needed you
Do I love you or is that just my all encompassing need

I'm sorry so sorry so fucking sorry
I'm lonely so lonely so fucking lonely
I'm terrible I'm terrible I'm so fucking terrible
I'm angry I'm angry I'm so fucking angry
I'm weary I'm weary I'm so fucking weary
But I'm so grateful for everything
This earth has giving me
So why does it sometimes hurt so much
Why do I have to feel at all
Why must we fall and fall
I fall I fall I fucking fall
Always I fall

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