'Hopeless.'

Hey! ... who the hell are you? Standing there so blue, Your eyes so red, Your pounding head, What the hell are going to do? You can stand there, All day. You can cry there, But wait... Why not pick your heart up, Brush off the dust and dirt, Patch it up and make it pump, Peel away the hurt? Surely you know better, Than to stand and wait around, For something shit to happen, As your life lay's on the ground... At the bottom of the ladder, With no will to make a move, Come on, pull yourself together, You got a lot to prove! Look at me... Giving myself useful advice again! It's a shame i never hear myself, As my soul slips down some drain. My mind is growing bored, Of the same old useless waste, My body's getting tired, As it walks for death in haste... It's time to see the real me, The one that folds and bends, Cracking up and falling down, The one that wants the end... Right NOW! I want the end right now. It's time to witness something real, So real i can't believe, It's time to really notice, The person that is me, A darkened broken soul, That dives deeper every day, Drowning in my artful hopes, That are never painted there to stay... Temporary ink, False impressions... Fading with the hours, That i sit and cry confessions... How can i live with such a mind, Why should i burden those around, How can i love with such a heart, Why should i burden those i've found... Who listen, And appear to care, I'm only wasting time, And pulling out my hair... Crying, Hurting, Waiting, Falling, Wanting, Wishing, Hoping, Fading, Slowly breaking, cracking, dropping, smashing... I know i'm really dying. See me for who i am, See the pain so deep, I don't know why it's there, But hurt is all i reap, Harvesting and storing, Every word that cut and sliced, Listening and watching, As my life is quickly priced, Told that i am worthless, Yet a priceless fool i make, I know that i am nothing, I'm a failure for heavens sake... Enough to fool even those who cannot see, With the thought that i am something... But the truth is clear, i know that now, I'll tell you i know i'm something. I'm hopeless. Written January 10th, 2002 © on Jan 10 2002 04:22 AM PST, harry luck    18 • 0 • 10