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My Key
Tired, blah, depressed they all feel the same.
I don't seem to know anyomre.
To destinguish my feelings is improabable.
If my feelings had a voice they'd be inaudable.
Some days I just keep walking not knowing when to stop.
My feet are soar, my eyes burn, my stomach growls but I...
I can't feel it.
Tell me what love is.
What is pain really?
Do you feel fear or breathe it?
Some days are worse than others.
Sometimes there's nothing at all.
I stand in a deep blach abyss, waiting to get out.
Other times I can't think for even a second.
A lens out of focus.
Then there are dyas when those who were to come have come.
And save me from myself.
If only for a while
 Alibis of the Heart · Tue Dec 04, 2007 @ 03:57am · 0 Comments |
