Walking
Contributed by
silent
on
Monday, 23rd February 2004 @ 09:30:56 AM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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Glass shards reach in with reckless abandon
To the glasshouse i have constructed with great care
As always i wish you near, here, by my side
To find me walking on concrete, and sooth the ache
These shards are so sharp, they cut like the knife i feel
Inside i analyse, they are not real, just like me
You, inside i sit, cut by thoughts, thinking of you
The unrealistic you
For you heal my bleeding wounds, bathe my weary feet
Wrap my mind from the never ending rocks, pelted at me
They never break through, i am the source of my pain,
Alone i sit, forever in pain, bleeding and tiring of this walking in circles
I have little food left to sustain
Soon, i will feel no pain.....
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2004-02-23 09:30:56] (Date/Time posted on
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