So why do we run away? I mean I felt that there were plenty of times I just wanted to run from me. I wasn’t mad at her I was angry at me. I made these god awful choices and now I am living with the results. There are so many times where I was angry with myself, but believed so much that she made this bed and now I have to rest in it. What do I know, really? I have no idea what she is feeling right now. That makes everything all the more difficult. I do have a brain. I think that she is either feeling horrible about everything that she has done, and she is burying herself away. Then again I feel like she doesn’t really give a shit anymore and has forgotten the whole situation and has moved on.
Here I am stuck in the past bring up these problems that nobody cares about anymore, but that’s my big point. Why can everyone just walk away and I am trapped in this endless pain?
I dream of you draped in wires,
Hoping that you would spill all the blood that I inspire.
Can you see my meaningless heart,
It sweats and shakes until it falls apart.
I can strike with these tired eyes,
But I wish to see you fall.
I got this soul, and it’s all fired up.
I’ll teach you all the things that run rabid in my head.
I welcome your sweet heart to this twisted game.
I’ll make it bleed and I’ll make it break.
I’ll take you all on!
There is no crutch,
I can bind you with your lines.
Let you fall face down like I have.
rain falls from the blackness in the sky, the water soaks the earth. here we stay a float, but slowly we are drowning. the mud grabs us by the ankles, pulling us into the ground. everyday is a struggle to move. With all of these days, we carry out this weight, walking closer to the pavement. we tippy toe across the marsh, crashing faster each time. crushed to our knees, our hearts slow to a beat. we question our strength, savoring every last drop, like the very last scotch. and at the end of the day, when the moon covers the view. your soft hand pressures, then squeeze’s these muscles and slowly cracks the bones, you push down upon me, I pray you don’t break me. With all the pain and agony, we continue to push forward, but we question our lives, always struggling to stand up straight. fearing our inevitable fate. carrying this horrible weight. Note; In all honesty this is about the world and the struggle to live, have faith in God, but the weight some t...
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