never wish for anything that won’t come true … don’t hold your breath unless you just want to turn blue … it won’t matter how hard a heart cries
don’t ever keep any hope alive … the heart wont do just to survive … it only hears what it wants even if it’s all lies
when all that’s left is memories
time will not stand still or freeze
all that’s lost won’t come back again
sorrow can be a friend
on it you can depend
for richer or poorer
sorrow will never end
living without the heart … takes no courage or being smart … no one that has to live without it knows
the empty pit inside the chest … must be covered to do your best … it won’t matter how big that it grows
sorrow can be kept whole
it’s far above complete control
swallow every tear it may shed
it’s stronger than true love
and deity from above
it wakes each time you try to go to bed
the only hope to have is to get more
the wounds you have will always show … no matter how hard you wish they go … every Christmas gets worse every year
to fight the harm sorrow brings … like a fighter who blindly swings … is the best that one may achieve
the more one tries to do their best … leaves unguarded a wounded chest … trust becomes a word unrecognized
the more certain one trust adores … the faster it succumbs to sores … there’s no sense in seeing truth for lies
the memory of holding on
has long passed the great beyond
sooner will come death before goodbye
my train will soon be here
it’ll take me far from here
there’s nothing keeping me from one more try
the only hope I have is soon to die
no one can hear what I believe … it’s too late for me to grieve … I once had good friends and family
but now theyve all found someone new … just like I learned so have you … I know not to be happy or
be sad
kiss anyone but me
send me pictures of you free
feel all the joy I cannot give
I have yet to give up
no quest to interrupt
there’s nothing needed to forgive
the only hope I have is for no more
I never wished it be this way … I dread each night and the following day … I see no point going on
this is no cry for suicide … just a lack of strength and pride … I can’t keep saying nothing is wrong
all I feel is on my sleeve
I hope never again to believe
I still try to keep death away
maybe it would be better that way
the only hope I had was taken away
interviews are just fake … they’re not worth more than I can take … I can’t see life’s forest for death trees
wishing all this pain away … only means why it hurts will stay … I know better than to fight what I can’t see
each day you reject me
is one more I will never be
a human with faults and fears
I still can’t bring myself to tears
the only hope I will ever have dies with you
I once had a day without … a thought of you I forgot … a new sorrow I thought would never leave
but when I soon would learn … my fears were drenched before they could burn … when sorrow returns it’s all I can believe
the only warmth I’ve got
is the rope tied in a knot
when its the only thing wrapped around me
the only hope I’ve been left with never comes
too used to being left behind …impervious to ever mind … loneliness becomes its own reward
no one who reads my words … offers solace or any cures … does anyone draw strength or peace of mind
for those who are entertained
to witness a soul in pain
to take comfort knowing such
not the only one who feels too much
does anyone feel better
knowing love brings together
is it morbid or morose
to see a mutant heart turn gross
is this like watching cars crash
cant resist looking as you pass
will someone ever lend a hand
to hope anyone who reads this understands
to wait for someone who won’t ever lend a hand
already I’m so lonesome I could die ~john denver school of flying
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