I'm lost
Out to sea, treading water
The fish pass by and ask
"Can I help?"
No, no, just swimming
They say "don't worry,
It gets easier, you'll drown soon."
And my tears make the sea swell
The shadows circle below me
The sun beams and smiles
My skin cracks and shrivels
I drift farther and farther
Pulled this way and that
By the riptide you threw me into
I dip beneath the waves
I'm thrown about and drown a little
I succumb and feel the blackness swell
I thrash and reach the surface again
I wheeze, I cough, I sob
And I will never stop trying to reach you
I will swim to your shore
Or I will sink in your ocean
I feel like a monster
torn apart from the inside out
this emptiness is all-consuming
stretched and ripped to fit your mold
I'm trying
to be what's needed
to be what's expected
I fill my days with running and screaming
and they all look and clap and say "isn't she adorable!"
I pull out my hair
I cry and bleed
and still the applause
I'm a game, a toy, a novelty
never having a real purpose
I'm loved and cherished and cast aside
for some new plaything with substance
and I have no one to blame but myself
I made myself hollow so you could fill me with life
but you have no life to give
for me. . .
I'm lost
Out to sea, treading water
The fish pass by and ask
"Can I help?"
No, no, just swimming
They say "don't worry,
It gets easier, you'll drown soon."
And my tears make the sea swell
The shadows circle below me
The sun beams and smiles
My skin cracks and shrivels
I drift farther and farther
Pulled this way and that
By the riptide you threw me into
I dip beneath the waves
I'm thrown about and drown a little
I succumb and feel the blackness swell
I thrash and reach the surface again
I wheeze, I cough, I sob
And I will never stop trying to reach you
I will swim to your shore
Or I will sink in your ocean
I feel like a monster
torn apart from the inside out
this emptiness is all-consuming
stretched and ripped to fit your mold
I'm trying
to be what's needed
to be what's expected
I fill my days with running and screaming
and they all look and clap and say "isn't she adorable!"
I pull out my hair
I cry and bleed
and still the applause
I'm a game, a toy, a novelty
never having a real purpose
I'm loved and cherished and cast aside
for some new plaything with substance
and I have no one to blame but myself
I made myself hollow so you could fill me with life
but you have no life to give
for me. . .
Current Residence: moderately sized house-like dwelling Favourite genre of music: classic rock Favourite photographer: *wink* he knows Favourite style of art: artsy Favourite cartoon character: the little mermaid Personal Quote: Well behaved women rarely make history.
Favourite Visual Artist
Paul Sanchez
Favourite Movies
Across the Universe
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Beatles
Favourite Writers
Shel Silverstein
Tools of the Trade
pencil
Other Interests
writing things, reading things, listening to things, watching things, biting