I reside
right here:
on sanity's borderline,
overwhelmed by
extreme emotions.
Here -
in my mind's sanctuary - cell - of
vibrant darkness,
crying again -
crying
blood-red tears,
relentless, empty, comfortless tears,
feeling lost,
so lost,
misunderstood,
believing -
truly believing -
that I am
no good.
Thursday, 27 March 2014
Saturday, 22 March 2014
"Nothing To You"
You're in my head.
I drive myself insane
day after day.
I need to
pull away.
I'm scared that you'll leave.
It's so familiar: this pattern.
Yes, I am obsessed.
It's just the insecurity, though.
Don't you get that?
Can't you understand?
Do you really not know?
Once I let go
a little,
maybe we can
even be
friends - for real.
How would that feel?
What do I mean
to you,
nothing at all?
You don't need me
the way that I
need you.
They never do.
I feel like nothing
because I am
nothing
to you.
Yes, you are in my head.
Yes, I am completely obsessed.
If only you could
reassure me somehow,
but you won't
and you don't
care as much as I do.
Why can't I get
close to you?
You make me so happy -
and yet what do you do?
Almost nothing at all -
just be you.
Do you know how I feel?
Do you even
care
how I feel?
I'm scared that
my intensity
will drive you away.
Please stay.
I'll be okay
in the end.
I'll work through
these emotions,
let go a little.
I won't hurt you.
I won't bother you
at all.
You're in my heart,
and in my head -
and I need to
pull away.
Yet, somehow I know
that I won't stay
away
for very long.
You mean
the world
to me,
even though I know
that I am
nothing
to you.
I drive myself insane
day after day.
I need to
pull away.
I'm scared that you'll leave.
It's so familiar: this pattern.
Yes, I am obsessed.
It's just the insecurity, though.
Don't you get that?
Can't you understand?
Do you really not know?
Once I let go
a little,
maybe we can
even be
friends - for real.
How would that feel?
What do I mean
to you,
nothing at all?
You don't need me
the way that I
need you.
They never do.
I feel like nothing
because I am
nothing
to you.
Yes, you are in my head.
Yes, I am completely obsessed.
If only you could
reassure me somehow,
but you won't
and you don't
care as much as I do.
Why can't I get
close to you?
You make me so happy -
and yet what do you do?
Almost nothing at all -
just be you.
Do you know how I feel?
Do you even
care
how I feel?
I'm scared that
my intensity
will drive you away.
Please stay.
I'll be okay
in the end.
I'll work through
these emotions,
let go a little.
I won't hurt you.
I won't bother you
at all.
You're in my heart,
and in my head -
and I need to
pull away.
Yet, somehow I know
that I won't stay
away
for very long.
You mean
the world
to me,
even though I know
that I am
nothing
to you.
Sunday, 2 March 2014
"Moonlit Forest"
I walk through
my moonlit forest
of fantasies:
soothed by illusions;
beautiful so-called "delusions" -
more real than the cold concrete
of a reality
so hostile,
from which I now choose
to escape.
my moonlit forest
of fantasies:
soothed by illusions;
beautiful so-called "delusions" -
more real than the cold concrete
of a reality
so hostile,
from which I now choose
to escape.
Saturday, 1 March 2014
"Shadows of Endurance"
I hide in the shadows
of endurance,
and by the time I emerge,
I am ready to be diverted,
and I try not to mention
too many details
about what I've just
been through.
I want to forget - not explain.
Yes, I can seem okay.
Yes, I can even laugh.
But no, I am not really fine.
of endurance,
and by the time I emerge,
I am ready to be diverted,
and I try not to mention
too many details
about what I've just
been through.
I want to forget - not explain.
Yes, I can seem okay.
Yes, I can even laugh.
But no, I am not really fine.
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