Going through the pain inside;
Trying not to run and hide.
Going through the pain inside;
Trying not to run and hide.
Fighting every urge of panic,
Yet no one around to save me from my insanity.
Trapped no place to go .
My world growing colder than the year before.
Wanting to be loved even more.
Just afraid to open the door.
No ones knocking to be let in,
No sign of sunshine
Not even a twinkle in my eye.
Yet day by day
I’m still going through the pain inside,
And never finding a place to run or hide.
Darker now as the sun goes down.
Yet still no sign not even a twinkle in the sky.
Eyes so cold not even I would stare,
For the soul is finding no rest here.
Searching for more answers,
But only finding questions.
Still seeing the hopelessness of a life not worth leading .
Trying hard to not let go,
Just not seeing any other way to go.
Storm an thunder’s are upon their way.
While rain drops hit my cold dark face.
Troubled more than before.
Just finding it so much harder to keep holding on,
As my soul grows colder than the year before.
Letting it’s self go with each step
Upon the cold dark floor.
Knowing that when time is up .
The pain and insanity will soon give up
As it has done before.
Only this time it knows
Never to return to the fierce cold life of
This weary wanderer
That seems to still be going through the pain inside
And never , ever finding a place to run or hide
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Written by
Aimee Buchanan
7/13/09
8:16 pm