Waste

This has gone too far

I have never seen such a scar

Your skin is cut and bruised

But the scars have me so confused

I look at them with a pitying stare

I wish I could get them repaired

But how can I when you won’t let me

You just keep running back into the same old trees

The same old trees with the same thorns

Keeping yourself and your thoughts always torn

Never are your thoughts your own

But the reaper reaps what he has sown

I sit here thinking of your back so bruised

And how they have you so abused

You are scolded and you are beaten

How could you stay in such treatment?

Waking up everyday

Knowing you will be in a play

A play that has only one part

You are the main star

You get to do what you are told

All your ideas get stomped on or sold

They don’t give a **** about what you do

What they want is to just get inside you

How can I make you see?

This is not the way you want to be

Please take this advice from me

I’m not the one making you bleed

Do you not understand the way I feel?

I would get down on my knees and kneel

You are the honey I desire

But your thoughtless actions are making me tired

The rest of the world is not out to get you

I’m here to just rescue you

But you’ve slammed my offer in my face

This has been the last ounce of strength

I will waste

On you, this can’t be true

How could you use me as such a tool

I am done with digging you out

You will walk alone on this route

It pains me to depart

But this must have been set in stone from the start

I threw things in front of your face many times over

I gave you everything, my sweet everything

But you just keep going back to the same order

When the day comes that your eyes break free

From the glue that have sewn them shut

Don’t come running with your regrets

Because by that time my sanity will be so broken up

Walking along the beaten down road I’ve chosen

I think about how you lie in bed broken

Every night you lie in pieces

Telling yourself that it’s all okay

But you just keep the abuse a secret

You are just like the rest

Kneeling down in the same old mess with the decay in your hands

Saving you was something I believed in

But your naïve thoughts I can’t begin to understand

Now I’ve done my best for you

But please understand what you put me through

I have turned black and blue

Like you my dear

Now if you don’t mind I think I will drown myself

In my own bloody wet tears

Me, Myself, and I are the only thing I have left to fear

Once I break myself I can never ever heal

I have provided myself with everything I need to die

I just wish you could have tried

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Posted by tarhead 2008-01-27 11:24:25 interesting perspective piece it is odd, i think, how common the uncommon is - and even more odd, to me, how some choose it to be normal. + Report this comment
Posted by Sad Sara 2008-03-05 03:14:02 One Drop Listen to my words Sorrowful One... Everyone dies, not everyone lives. Are you alive, my child? …How do you know? Of course, You are breathing. Blood pumps through your heart. Congratulations, you are alive. In a dead sort of way. You see, looking into your eyes, I hear only silence. And your smile is full of sorrow. Please grow a heart, my child, a heart that feels. Is that so? Lonely, so lonely… don’t feel lost. I am your friend, by your side. With me, you can feel, experience - have meaning. Together, everything is possible; if you embrace me. You will lose me, if you do not. My name? I am Life, dear child. Savour every last drop of me, for I am only one. Aye, 'tis true. I loved yer verse, it's very sorrowful. It's odd how sorrow can be so comfortable. It's the only verity in reality that I find certainty in. Be well me friend, 'Anna + Report this comment

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