A True Story
twin2
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Years ago,
sometimes it feels like yesterday.
Death lay across my path,
and cast it's shadow in my days.
I questioned my life,
and why didn't I go too.
The answer was just a fact,
that's not what I was meant to do.
I somehow blamed myself and pushed away all comfort,
everyone left that really cared.
All I could see, was the pain in me, and the suffering,
and a fear of ever loving again standing there.
Time dragged on,
no real purpose and meaning.
Life became numb,
losing all of it's feeling.
Unanswered questions,
into the cold, night air.
Hardening of a tender heart,
that was too torn apart to even care.
But something deep inside me,
knew it shouldn't be this way.
Some sparkle of hope,
wanting desperately to see the light of day.
A strong, fierce passionate will,
was breaking down the pain.
And eyes that had become hollow,
filled back up with life again.
Life has a way of coming to the rescue,
when you think it is all given up.
The strength and drive,
to survive,
will be the hand that raises you up.
I'm not a niave stranger to pain and heartache,
talking only out of sympathy.
I've had my own battles to fight,
with a deep sorrow that latched onto me.
And I found victory.
It smiled back in the mirror at me.
sometimes it feels like yesterday.
Death lay across my path,
and cast it's shadow in my days.
I questioned my life,
and why didn't I go too.
The answer was just a fact,
that's not what I was meant to do.
I somehow blamed myself and pushed away all comfort,
everyone left that really cared.
All I could see, was the pain in me, and the suffering,
and a fear of ever loving again standing there.
Time dragged on,
no real purpose and meaning.
Life became numb,
losing all of it's feeling.
Unanswered questions,
into the cold, night air.
Hardening of a tender heart,
that was too torn apart to even care.
But something deep inside me,
knew it shouldn't be this way.
Some sparkle of hope,
wanting desperately to see the light of day.
A strong, fierce passionate will,
was breaking down the pain.
And eyes that had become hollow,
filled back up with life again.
Life has a way of coming to the rescue,
when you think it is all given up.
The strength and drive,
to survive,
will be the hand that raises you up.
I'm not a niave stranger to pain and heartache,
talking only out of sympathy.
I've had my own battles to fight,
with a deep sorrow that latched onto me.
And I found victory.
It smiled back in the mirror at me.
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And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
I know. That's one reason I posted it. I do understand.
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
It's no trouble.