Description: i wrote this poem during the hardest most trivial times i've had yet in my life. i guess it means... i'm scared, always & i should be, until i make things better. or until they fall into place.
Sometimes i get so self-righteous.
I've got these dreams & you just lay your dirty schemes
all around my sacrafices
A lesson is not learned & then a soul will decay
i lend you some soft words
& a moment of clarity
-YOU must know how hard it is to make it through one day.
I sleep in a bed of lies
i wake up next to strangers
i sink behind metal doors in a cage.
I dream in Bland- black&gray
I've lost every ounce of feeling
my heart has already slipped away.
-you must know how hard it is. to make it through, just one day-
in the mourning the sun is dreary- it's like it burns holes through my whrists- when there is no blade- i've left behind everything
my love, my LIFE. those things just don't seem to exist.
BUT, I will learn how to paint the clouds
& love the ability
they will send the rain down
I will learn not to dream of memories niavely.
I'll Remember what they forgot- every word
& every silence
I 'll remember every dragging minute of this*
YOU remember the way the light hit you, out there on the street
Remember every single second you had it free
when you threw away the key & put yourself away
You must know. how hard it is to make it through
Instead of drowning yourself in self-pity, you should be out there doing what is right, bettering yourself and your life. Good write, but I see beyond it and it doesn't have to be this way. You can fix it.