The time ticks by so slow,
I wish you would just come home
And yell and scream.
Ground me 'til I'm dead.
The suspense, the anxiety,
It's too much for me.
I try to be good,
Do what I'm told.
But you just can't expect that much from me.
I've let you down again.
Just like I let you down before.
And I'll do it again-go against you and myself.
And ruin it all.
I don't mean to be such an ass.
But there's only so much good in people.
I know I hurt you all the time.
I lose control and scream and shout.
I can't help myself.
I just want to explode out of here.
But when I break through what's holding me in,
And I'm out in the world.
Where the cold will make me shiver,
Where the heat will make me sweat.
I have no where left togo.
I stay out anyway.
I look around for comfort,
What I find at home.
There's nothing anywhere.
We may be fucked up.
We may be dysfunctional,
But in the end,
Home is the only place I want to be.
Sometimes I have to scream, I'm just too happy.
Other times, I could cut the tension with a knife.
But its our happiness.
Its our tension.
I can't run away anymore.
I have no where to go but...
| i'd show it to her. i like it, and i think she'll understand.|
there's only so much good in people? you wrote this poem, you know what you think is right and wrong don't you?
well if you know, then do it. and never be ashamed of it. it is that simple. sometimes, it doesn't seem that simple, but it is.
|| Posted on 2006-09-10 00:00:00 | by AptPupilofLife2 | [ Reply to This ] |