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written by lpcrawlinggrl12:30 AM 2/10/05| I don't spill my blood for you... I spill it to end my pain and suffering... I will haunt you... Make you suffer more... I'll see if the lies are real... I'll wake up when I fall asleep... Don't change my mind... It's already set... For once I won't regret... I know the past is real... I stood still so there would be no more behind me... No one stops to think... About me anyway but I don't either... I don't cry... I dry my eyes alone... Tell me I'm forgotten... Tell me I can let go... Tell me this is real life... So I know one thing isn't a lie... You pray and weep and mourn... I don't care... Do what you want accept don't hold me back... Let me go... I would leave this numbness behind... And the pain and depression... It makes some sort of sence... Everyone... Just shut up and leave me out of your mourning... I see the world sideways... You all see it upside down... No one sees it perfectly right... No one... The pain won't go away... Nothing will leave me behind... The reasons are unfound... And what the reasons are for is unknown... I am lost and undiscovered as well... They truly hate me but fake their cares... Sometimes it works... Mostly not... Misery and anguish... False-full lies... Truth-filled terror... Looking for nothing... Finding something... Tales with no endings but many beginings... Begging for more but losing it all... Listen to the voices... Follow the faces and clues to what they say... Home is never really there... It doesn't exsist no matter how the world looks to you... Confronting confusion... Never finding the source... Perspectives change to take a new fate... Grips being lost and grips being gained... With unknown in between... Only hearing the truth... Knowing it's a lie... Knowledge is bound away... Locked up like a crime... Feeling strong, hopeless, and forgotten... The nightmare never ends... It becomes the journey... The journey has to end you think so... Why bother questioning... You'll never get an answer... As the day grows old and starts again... We remain the same... Getting closer to the far... Some dream of the return... Others know they're awake... The real truth was forever lost long ago... The passion to find it as well fades away... Some quicker than others... The path changes knowingly... Without being seen... You wake up... Into a dream... The cold gives feeling to the numb... Some chose not to feel... Some havn't been reached... Quietly speaking... The differences are alike... Redundant sounds... Goodbye to the truth called lies... Hello to the wanted words... Lifeless movement... |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
livi started it, she took her notebook and started 'my trainwreck conversation wiht myself about nothing' and i started 'my trainwreck thought that doesnt make sence' in my agenda book. i ran out of pages but this is all i got. it doesnt make much sence, like with you-'i woke up in a dream today'-try to make some sence while i turn some lines into lyrics
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