Alone in the dark
Alone in my pain and agony
I lay depress and hollow
Back to normal again
Feelings gone once more
Back to being cold and heartless
Bitch at anyone, kill anyone
Does not matter who you are
I'll kill, I'll hurt
As long as there is revenge
I'll be fine
Alone in my corner
The darkness comes back
I am here again
Darkness descended all around
You vanished out of sight
The storm of life surrounded me
This was my blackest night.
Sad and lonely ~ no-one to care,
The gales tore me apart.
Driving rain shattered my soul
And weary was my heart.
And then I saw at break of day
A sunny glade of gold...
My broken heart was glad again
So joyful was my soul.
For you were there, smiling at me
With arms of love caressing me.
Into that darkness
I would...oh...so gladly go
with you beside me
DEEP DARK SOUL POET
WHEN I'M HURTING
It's easier for you to walk away, than it is for you to reach out to me.
It's easier for you to look away, than it is for you to see the depth of my despair.
It's easier for you to look through me, than it is for you to see "me."
It's easier for you to distance yourself, than it is for you to really care.
It's easier for you to hear, than it is for you to listen.
It's easier for you to judge, than it is for you to understand.
It's easier for you to label, than it is to get acquainted.
It's easier for you to bask in your joy, than it is for you to feel my pain.
It's easier for you to bewilder at my mysteries, than it is for you to probe deeply into the depths of my soul.
It's easier for me to look away, than it is to let you see the feelings betrayed through my eyes.
It's easier for me to cry, than it is for me to talk.
It's easier for me to walk alone, than it is to risk rejection.
It's easier for me to push you away, than it is for me to be held.
It's easier for me to distance myself, than it is to trust that you won t hurt me.
It's easier for me to die, than it is for me to face life's challenges.
It's hard for me to smile when I am hurting.
It's hard for me to talk when you won't understand.
It's hard for me to reach out when I need help the most.
If only you'd really look at me and see who I am.
If only you cared enough to reach out when I push you away.
If only you'd hold me, without asking why.
If only you'd acknowledge the validity of my feelings.
But it's the easy roads that are most often taken.
And so I hurt alone.
They should make a Barbie with no hair, so that every little girl that is fighting Cancer feels BEAUTIFUL!! Put her in PINK, and name her HOPE. Re-post this if you agree. I bet you 99% of you won't.
