Phoenix_Tears
08-18-2003, 12:52 PM
Laying in my bed night after night
Staring with a build up of inner emotion with no way to vent it
Tossing and turning, santuary hiding in the dark
Feeling the tears slide down my face and onto my pillow
I feel the twisting pain in the center of my being
Not just in my stomach, but like a growing,dreading disease in my soul
Permeating into mythoughts, soaking them with a warping soup
I cry out, but no one can hear me, but i can hear them whisper
The light cast from the moon illuminates the mirror, my mocker and tormentor
Causing nothing but more pain
No longer suicidal, no longer caring, just a form lying in the darkness
Shut my eyes and concentrate on the breeze playing across my skin
Shut my eyes and pretend i am somewhere else
But i can only be somewhere else for so long, before i have to return and face it all
the light burns me and hurts me deep down
I hear you whisper and i scream, but you cannot hear me, so lost in yourself-
This isn't bad really, just a pour of everything i am feeling right now, this is me, not the other venting anger i write. You are reading a window into what its like for me day(night) after day(night).. happy christmas.
Staring with a build up of inner emotion with no way to vent it
Tossing and turning, santuary hiding in the dark
Feeling the tears slide down my face and onto my pillow
I feel the twisting pain in the center of my being
Not just in my stomach, but like a growing,dreading disease in my soul
Permeating into mythoughts, soaking them with a warping soup
I cry out, but no one can hear me, but i can hear them whisper
The light cast from the moon illuminates the mirror, my mocker and tormentor
Causing nothing but more pain
No longer suicidal, no longer caring, just a form lying in the darkness
Shut my eyes and concentrate on the breeze playing across my skin
Shut my eyes and pretend i am somewhere else
But i can only be somewhere else for so long, before i have to return and face it all
the light burns me and hurts me deep down
I hear you whisper and i scream, but you cannot hear me, so lost in yourself-
This isn't bad really, just a pour of everything i am feeling right now, this is me, not the other venting anger i write. You are reading a window into what its like for me day(night) after day(night).. happy christmas.