What they think is understanding

Pull the shade so light can't shine through It’s a new place with the same road signs Fighting until even after I die When will it end? Here? Today? Never It’s what I pray and obsess over; This battle between me, myself, and I Three people with nothing the same And I wonder who are you? Sweat dripping from my cold hands Shivering in a burning fury White walls turned gray Pale faces and hollow eyes Yet there's so much inside that they can’t ever know So much inside I don’t even know No one to tell; Alone but being suffocated by everyone gathered around me Watching this girl slowly die With out even being aware of the fires that rage behind my ocean eyes Some say they can feel the heat, and that they’re burning too But I don’t know what to say because I'm too engrossed in my own numbing pain To accept what they think is understanding Talking about how we come from the same place, When I haven’t even been born Having my own weak way of giving in; My guilt the stones inside dragging me to the bottom of my own pool of blood Trying to find right in all he wrong we breathe, yet having no air I walk as a spiritless ghost trying to paint her face with color Having tears flush them all away Wanting to drench myself with life, But too afraid to drown Making my closed eyes bleed even more... Start touching what you think is real and stop living what you know is fake Written December 29th, 2001 © on Feb 03 2002 01:08 PM PST   18 • 0 • 1