I
am
breathless
crying out from the depths of myself
fatally expressed
by the blood stains on my dress
thought ...again...that I knew where I was going
and all the while i was merely drowning
and so....life goes on
or
does it
.
.
.
**sighs**
(what is life but the weight of water)
breathing is painfull
and my eyes are like wounds lain open for years
( unable to heal )
trying to see has become just another daily struggle
burning from an ocean of salty tears
abandoned by fate, empty and alone is all I feel
** A.G.A.I.N. **
.
.
.
love made from lies
poisoned promises
dreams shattered by the sound of his "goodbye's"
what was it I believed in you anyway
why is it I think witout you I can't be ok
just when I stop to think.... my thoughts escape me
yet
I cannot escape my thoughts and how they weigh on me
so I wander in circles
a dizzy maze of memories you and I made
and seconds pass over me as I lose track of the days
talking to myself in riddles and mumblings
repeating moments
until my inability to find reasoning of it all becomes overwhelming
how long will I go thu this feeling
that I am losing my mind
how many more times will I collapse
and just when will I ever find my way to the other side..
will
I
ever
surface
the weight of you is pulling me so far under
just wanting to come up for air
© 2006 warmaprylrain
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