hmmm…
There are people in your life
and then they leave forever
you think they will be there
for you as a friend for life
but then one day they are gone
nothing has happened to them
except they act as though
as though you are not there
LOST
It is terrible to lose people
even worse when they choose to leave
like you
very high up there
now you are lost
you can know that if you dont want to be
you wont be
not part of my life
I tried to hold on
and you slipped right through
thought you would be standing my me
you know on my big day
but you slipped away
and you will not be there
it is sad that I have lost you
but with loss comes new findings
do i?
is it weird that I don’t care
about your life at all
but I always wonder what you are doing
I wonder sometimes what made us fall
we are not something
and I don’t care that we are not
we never will be and that’s great
but I wonder still
part of me still cares
not to be with you but for who you are
if you are protecting yourself
or just playing all the parts
is it weird that I don’t think about you
but I care about you still
“I’ve got my ticket for long way ‘round
Two bottles of whiskey for the way
And I sure would like some sweet company
and I’m leaving tomorrow, whatdya say?
When I’m gone, when I’m gone
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone
You’re gonna miss me by my hair
You’re gonna miss me everywhere
And I know you’re gonna miss me when I’m gone
I’ve got my ticket for the long way ‘round
The one with the prettiest view
It’s got mountains, it’s got rivers
It’s got sights to give you shivers
But it sure would be prettier with you
When I’m gone, when I’m gone
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone
You’re gonna miss me by my hair
You’re gonna miss me everywhere
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone
When I’m gone, when I’m gone
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone
You’re gonna miss me by my walk
You’re gonna miss me by my talk
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone”
I thought life was hard and that I had no longer cared
I went to the black hole to look for a spark
I can not credit just one soul for making me who I am today
him, a loved friend who left so quickly and taught me to open my heart to others
her, lived by the knife I could not let her bare that pain alone and felt the need to suffer along, but the physical pain is no better than the mental and will leave visible scars, for stories
him, a mental kind of torture taught me to cope with things myself as well as trusting others
them, who held my hand but never knew all the dark thought
what is this feeling?
I feel I have nothing left, my mind is bland and I have no words to speak.
I’m like a dry fountain in July, thirsty for something, anything that will get me going.
There is no one, nothing that can push me.
I try to think, to get my head out of this place, but nothing.
I am trapped in my own blank thoughts, holding me hostage.
So do I move?
I dare say no, for my body is weak and there is no ambition to be found.
…and so I wait…
…motionless




