Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Confusion

I'm looking at myself from the outside
And I wonder
How did I get like this?
And did sorrow make me beautiful?

And then I look at a picture
For a moment I swear
I can see my heart beating through my body
I can see the tears flowing out of my soul
And I must wonder

How did that little girl
Love that little boy
And somehow that love
Created hell

A good thing too soon
A bad thing too late
A heart that needed love
And fake love to take

And there are days
When it seems like forever
Every hour is a gut wrenching lifetime
And every second stings worse
And then there are other days
When I can not help but wonder
Am I better for learning to breathe?

1 comment:

Chris said...

Just reading your writing is intense. It feels like you are just pouring out your emotions and it strikes me as a reader and I am left feeling it. Your writing definately has an impact you should never give that up