Listening to: brad paisley... mud on the tires
Feeling: broken
I got a little tired last nite and felt like writing...
now don't you guys worry anymore... i had a friend talk me thru it simply by listening... ty B... and it's daylight out so i am not all freaked out anymore... but you know me... little miss drama-high maitenance...
and please respect the nature of the poems... if u dont' think u should ask don't!!!
WIND
I can hear the wind outside my window
She tries so desperately to get in…
She beats against the building and pushes away the trees
So angry
So violent
So uncontrollable
She has no reigns or anyone to break her
I walk out and stand in all her might
She envelopes me and holds me tight
And then just as she came
She is gone…
EMPTY
I am empty
And alone
I offer no love
No hope
No peace to anyone
With me you will see pain
Envy, wrath and guilt…
I am worthless and deserve it
All of it
Stay away
COLD
I am cold
I feel good against your warm skin…
You hate the way I affect you…
But you love the reaction…
I have power over you
I am your secret guilty pleasure
I am your dark skeleton that lingers in your closet
I am a part of you
And through you I live
You think you can live without me
But without me, how do you know you’re alive?
You don’t because you aren’t!
SILENCE
No sound
No color
Just cold and silent
No pain
No hurt
Just me and you
Are you afraid yet?
No smell
No taste
Just fear and loathing
No shame
No guilt
It’s all gone now
Not afraid anymore…
WHY
Why can’t she understand that she kills me every time she speaks…
With every bruise a piece of me dies inside…
Why can’t she just see
I am not her...
I am not her reflection…
Why does she hate me…
Was it all my fault…
I would fix it if I could
If I knew what I did wrong…
In her eyes I see her hate…
Hate that consumes her
But is aimed towards me…
I am sorry Mommy
love ya...ana