...I have many faces?
I'm depressed...
I guess.
In my own home I'm a guest.
It's like I love someone,
yet I'm her laughing fest?
They claim the same -
or maybe I'm insane...
Either way,
what she's doing,
simply inhumane.
Every breath I take;
one short step closer,
to the porch of death
& ding-dong-ditching his door.
It's suicide...
I'm going to write for myself
Yet I find myself writing for you,
While your ungrateful soul
is... picking at my heart...
You love me, you love me not,
and the rose pedals stopped.
The wheel of fortune which spun
around in circles like my mind.
I'm so confused, yet I know it,
does that make me confused at all?
I'm tired of being tired of being
pushed over the edge of every edge
to be pushed onto... and then fall.
Falling's the worst thing of all,
see you know you're going down,
but you can't fly,
you can't stop,
the only thing that works -
to your advantage;
is the rock bottom...
And you pray on your life
that the bottom is rockiest.
If not, well, you still have pain.
I still have pain,
the same pain I've had all along.
See, while I'm claiming to love you,
I'm hurting you...
While you don't even know it.
I've spoken.
I didn't want to,
but due to you, I had to.
And you errupted and got mad,
tears fled from my face like lava,
words punished me like rock,
your presence wasn't there...
Only a phone,
with you on the other end.
It resembled Roman's,
and their gods...
And you were running my life,
and I was running from you.
I'm so confused..
I hate you, I swear it.
But when we're together,
I can't help but look in your eyes,
and see oceans... vast and blue.
Its like they're half the tears
I cried and cried for you.
It makes no sense,
since you've been back...
Just continue to move;
Move and move, on we go,
like the first Open Mic I wrote.
We were going off track,
and it didn't make sense.
I baught you a ring for forever,
and two day's later forever ends?
Everything I see reminds me of you,
and everything I do reminds me of...
What it was like to have someone to love,
and what it feels like to hurt,
and feel the worst pain of all...
My heart was broken, it still is.
It won't be fixed because super-glue
isn't strong enough to hold it from you.
*Turns on radio*
Love songs, why?
Love is fake, love is a myth.
There is always a catch like,
a fishing boat in the middle of the ocean.
You can't possibly love one,
and there be no drama,
until they meet another along the same time.
*Turns off radio*
*Turns on TV*
Shows, they don't help.
I'll sit there, and stare at the,
screen of my life...
While it flashes before my eyes.
Action movies make me want to die,
Drama makes me want to cry,
Comedy only makes me sleep...
I don't know why.
*Turns off TV*
*Picks up newspaper*
Every line I read gets more depressing,
death of war, death of teens,
death of love? No. No love is needed.
All the news needs is,
exciting stuff, venting away from reality.
*Tosses newspaper in trash*
I don't know what to do,
I'll sit here, I guess...
Should I wait for you?
Should I hop on the same train,
that took my life to hell?
Or should I just move on,
No, its too hard when you have boulders,
holding you down...
My boulders are TRUE LOVE.
It's a pitty that it's my own imagination.
I guess thats why I have so many faces?