A Song Turned To Poetry

I heard you crying You wake up with a story to tell You feel like you're dying And your life's a living hell You don't know where you're going Or how you're going to get there You don't know why you're towing The beast inside it's lair Thoes tears of anguish And that look in your eyes Makes the little things perish And fall down and die Your mother says she loves you And she'll cry when your gone You're with the angels above you Not alone for long You miss the little things That you once took for granted And that song your little heart sings When not left empty handed You're scared and alone with time to think Of what really means to you And everytime you take a drink You don't know what your gunna do Why can't you see past this? And not care what people do? Like that last kiss on you lips From somone that loves you What's wrong with your mind? Why are you so inconsistant? Your eyes have left beind That you can't take a hint No one understands And no one ever will No one will take your hand And help you to chill It's too hard right now Too hard to bear Fallen you wonder how With a hand in your hair You can't move or even think Completly paralyzed Where's your missing link? Just look in thier eyes...This one started out as a song. As I was drowning in testosterone in my house I walked away and sung to myself to calm down. I figured I'd right it down. Worked don't you think? The middle was about the girl (me) comminting suicide and seeing what she left behind. It's like I was telling myseld what I was doing... quite disturbing actually. For the record I do not think *I* believe in god or anything of the sort, so it was even stranger to write it. Written November 18th, 2001 © on Nov 18 2001 08:37 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1