Why can't you see I'm suffering?
It's written in my books,
The words with wich its filled
It's written on my sheets,
The blood I've spilled
It's written by their looks,
The hate they share
It's written by their behavior,
Their total lack of care
It's written by my face,
The tears that moisten my cheeks
It's written by my failure,
To fully smile in the weeks
It's written by my hanging head
And the way I walk away
It's written by my closed off eyes
And my glances that never stay
It's written by the scars,
That grace my body and soul
It's written by the smoke,
That helps me fill that hole
It's written by the pills I take,
Every bad night. Watch me as I fall asleep,
After I self-medicate
Can't you see me healing?
With what you refer to as rubbish
And what you think is wrong
But little did you know,
My life line is in that song!
I guess you don't,
Or I guess you won't
See me fall apart
So let me break down peacefully...
Just let me be broken art
Let me fall down,
And shatter
And as those blades of glass break my skin,
I'll allow this sink in
Because my dears,
The blood running down my body
Speak louder than my tears...
See only a few have helped me,
Only a few know my cry
And they are the only ones who understand
.
.
.
Why?
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The Storm Inside
ПоэзияThings that swirling in my head, that just need to be said...
