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Spinning Out

CodeRiotCodeRiot Posts: 115
edited March 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
when does it sink in
the little things you do and say
never really mean a thing to me
nothing means a thing to me
anymore

I'm giving up this dream
of walking away with my pride
I'm hiding in my car
with the keys dangling in my eye
the sheen and glisten twirling
ready at any moment to drive

when will we just grow up
and realize this world just keeps turning
never really slowing down for anyone
cause nothing means anything
anymore

I'm giving up my hopes
of you finally speaking up
I'm hiding all my feelings
I'm entrusting all my secrets
to this innermost demon
I'm growing tired of the words
the sentences, the things that pass us by
with nothing really sinking in
the memories of crying
the days gone by of trying
to get the point across
reading messages on a cross
will it take a death to get you to see
I don't want a part
I don't want a thing
from me or you
or them

I'm happy just breathing
even if that means not feeling.
I tried to be a better me
In the end I looked like the rest of them.
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Comments

  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Spinning out of control...you've captured the feeling well. It's horrible to get to the point of just being numb and thinking that it's better than feeling anything at all.
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,412
    Hmmm...I'm going to send you something to think about.

    I can tell you're feeling about as awful as possible, numb, but I think you can get out of there soon. As I see it, your pride can stay intact.
    &&&&&&&&&&&&&&
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