What have i done ?
where do i fit in society
how am i here
bits of me in different places
obscured by hurt and lost faces
off the past i wish to keep
when will i learn
that a new dog cant learn
tricks or trates
that i am what i am
and that i cannot change
how can i live
when death is so
closer to me each day
i finished us in my sickness
sick and tired
how can u want me
dishelved despised disguised
hiding in my false reality
where wind doesnt blow
rain is as dry
as a tear soaked eye
what will i do with me
does death give tempatation
a solution ?
i dont think i am brave enough
but it talks to me
quitely whispering
adding will to my ills
i didnt mean to hurt you
but u strike out
at the ones you love
and love u forever
without thought
i crumpled and twisted myself
into deformed shapes
and unreality
i must leave you be
i dont want to
and i cant
but everyday i test my resolve
do not pick up the phone
sob quietly into the cusion
cusion every blow
from the unreal wind
and thoughts within
that i will love u till i die
