sometimes

catefrances

sometimes i wake up screaming
sometimes i wake up cold
sometimes i wake up in denial
sometimes i don't wake up at all

i walk alone through stinging nettles
and thorns that tear my skin
i wish that i was anywhere
anywhere but here

sometimes i try to justify why it is i'm here
sometimes i hold on tightly totally out of fear

i go to bed at nighttime
and pray to a God in who i don't believe
that all of this that you call life
will somehow cease to exist

sometimes i wish the tolling bell
would sound damning just for me
sometimes i wish i could reach out
in the dark and be shown just what to see

the weight it feels so heavy
i just want to fold into myself
and dream of a vast field of stones
where my leaden soul, freed may roam.

kdpjam

nice cate! i love the last verse especially. and the stinging nettles! i could feel them...

reeferchief

Sounds exactly like how I felt about 5 years ago, this is beautiful cate.:)