I cling to my bedside, as i try to stand.
The burning and pain clenches my hand.
Pressure is boiling, anxiety high
I bite down on my lip to hold back a cry.
The constant reminder of why I am cold,
wondering what makes my mouth so bold
I say things I regret, and things i don't mean.
I guess I'm not really as nice as I seem
I put on a face, and act like i care
When some times I know the feelings not there.
I try to empathize, and play the kind part
But these stories and excuses are blocked from my heart.
I am not as strong, as I'd like to be,
I get sad and scared when theres no one but me
i hate that I fight, and hate that I scream
Just trying to desipher what the signs all mean
I block those away that I don;t wish to see,
but feel the cold of when they block me
human nature or some weakness of mind,
It is a feeling i wish i could bind.
i wish to be the person i was
to care once again in presents of love.
I don't mean to say that those things are not hear,
I know they are, and hold them all dear.
I guess I am just saying, I know it sounds dumb,
that my heart adn my soul are temporarily numb
 XChaosxKittyX · Sun Jul 27, 2008 @ 04:32am · 1 Comments |
