Living on caffiene and nicotine
I don't sleep
it hurts to close my eyes
and see all that I can't change.
Trying hard not to run and hide
I'm afraid of the dark
afraid to be alone with my pain
and know that it won't go away.
So hard just to breath
with the screaming in me
the echos of lies
are hard when you are broken.
Shattered in a million little pieces
swept under the rug like the dust
guess I never mattered enough
my fears crowding in on me.
Can't cry out for help
can't make myself heard
theres no one to hear me
you made sure of that.
So what is there left
go on living as I am
trying my best
and resenting everything, bitter.
Sadness gets us all from time to time. This was a great write
telling us what it might be like. Never let the dark clouds
appear over head Beth! I know this was a old poem of yours
But I was just saying......
This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,-
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet .. more..