the urges
returned
i couldnt give in
i cant go back
not to the way i was then
Im not that person
but i want it
i feel so free
so happy
i need it
the beautiful
state of nirvana
reached through
this easily obtained substance
id love to have
it
and i fight myself everyday
not to go back
not to slip into
that person
but she wants back out
and I dont no
if i can fight her in
Im tryin new things to get her outta here
but shes there still
tourmenting every move
I make
i want to be free
but not in that
way
i need help
from that friend that helped me all the times before
were is he I dont no
Maybe he'd save me
had i not lost him
....
...
..
.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
thanks for the memories
mistakes were made
under a drunkin blurr
of pure insomnity
Hardly able to hear the
words that poured
from his mouth
which
for the time
it was ok
the ripple effect
is what killed me
from a lost possession
to a stolen photo
my lifes been full
of regret since
that night
its not him
under different circumstances
this would never have happened to me
i dont no why i let it come to this
id give my life to get it back
u see
its difficult to understand
im responsible
this was not
not me
that week
was not me
i let go of all morals
and became
a typical college student
i dont regret
and this is no reason to
stop living the way i do
i write to
escape reality
so maybe its all a
authors dream
but im afraid the memories are real
under a drunkin blurr
of pure insomnity
Hardly able to hear the
words that poured
from his mouth
which
for the time
it was ok
the ripple effect
is what killed me
from a lost possession
to a stolen photo
my lifes been full
of regret since
that night
its not him
under different circumstances
this would never have happened to me
i dont no why i let it come to this
id give my life to get it back
u see
its difficult to understand
im responsible
this was not
not me
that week
was not me
i let go of all morals
and became
a typical college student
i dont regret
and this is no reason to
stop living the way i do
i write to
escape reality
so maybe its all a
authors dream
but im afraid the memories are real
Friday, March 2, 2007
Sending postcards from a plane crash...Wish you were here
The heartbreak
filled my minds wave
I crashed
but I'm no ocean
hard to the floor
Finally cracked
me eyes glazed over
with disappointment
in noone but myself
I wept
for the first real time
my soul still
shaddered
and no relief
yet i still feel
broke
im not sure how to fix it
my life is never ending
but man i wish it would
the pressure to succeed to be great
to be ...anything
Im lost
I cant even talk
not to her
the one person I want more than anyting
I cant
and I miss it
I miss her
somebody
fix me
.
.
.
before its to late
filled my minds wave
I crashed
but I'm no ocean
hard to the floor
Finally cracked
me eyes glazed over
with disappointment
in noone but myself
I wept
for the first real time
my soul still
shaddered
and no relief
yet i still feel
broke
im not sure how to fix it
my life is never ending
but man i wish it would
the pressure to succeed to be great
to be ...anything
Im lost
I cant even talk
not to her
the one person I want more than anyting
I cant
and I miss it
I miss her
somebody
fix me
.
.
.
before its to late
Thursday, March 1, 2007
Hum Hallelujah
Misery filled her veins
like semented cracks in side walks
with each step forward
she lost just a little more
everyday alive
was like hell to her
all she felt was the pain
she housed behind a fake smile
and little bits of laughter
never can she feel how she used to
the life stole from
the single most important person in her life
what happens now
does she continue
until her heart turns to
stone
or
give up
before the world
does it fore her
like semented cracks in side walks
with each step forward
she lost just a little more
everyday alive
was like hell to her
all she felt was the pain
she housed behind a fake smile
and little bits of laughter
never can she feel how she used to
the life stole from
the single most important person in her life
what happens now
does she continue
until her heart turns to
stone
or
give up
before the world
does it fore her
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