worse
i thought i was
until i heard you cry
for the first time
you were in a seemingly
bearable parade towards
your own calvary
striking
but you had such grace
despite the weight
of your cross
despite the life
that you lost
now seeing you
on your knees
pleading
begging
giving up
made me ask myself
if my pain was
really mine
or just borrowed
from my self pity
such strength you
had just now
i realized
now that youre cutting
yourself again
now youve just refused
to begin again
im as tired as you
you...
tired of it all
and i...
tired of writing songs
about it
i dont wanna write
a song about you
so please dont go
for in this scrap
book that i made
the pages are filled
and i got no more space
to write
another song about suicide.
You gave me this remember?
I just want to let you know
that I still read it every now and then.
It sometimes makes me think how my life has
changed since you first saw my life from your point of view.,..
I wanna convince myself that Im better now...
but its only gotten worse...but I really appreciate
so much that youve written a poem about my misery.
Kasi I feel like somebody cared. And somehow tried to help me carry my cross... even just through words.
I LOVE this...
ive got nothing better to say, or nothing more fancy to say..
but i LOVE it
deep.. i like it =P