Jun 13 2009
Hard to Get Away
Where has all of the happy gone?
One shot, two shot, three shot, four,
One beer, two beer, three beer, more.
It doesn’t make the pain go away, does it? It doesn’t fix anything, does it?
What does one do when sleep provides nightmares, and reality is worse than a nightmare? What does one do when the dark walls of loneliness come crashing in around you, tightening up around your soft, delicate body?
Here I sit in hell, alone, burning. No one to talk to, no one to love, no one to lay with, no one to care. I am alone.
The house is oh so quiet, the neighborhood stands still,
The mind it hears nothing, but the rattle of a pill,
It is the pill of happiness, a pill to disappear,
It takes away your pain, and takes away your fear.
Really? No. Nothing makes this better, nothing changes the past, nothing makes someone care, nothing does anything anymore.
The world all spinning, there is where? Where is here?
This is that? All unclear.
Where has all the happy gone? Was it even there at all?
Have my legs stopped working? I guess it’s time to crawl.
I try to escape the emptiness within.
I fucking hate feeling. It’s all so miserable.
I grab a pair of glasses, they’re made to help me see,
but can they help me see, through this mist of misery?
I use them to look inside myself, but all I see’s a mystery.
Misery’s a mystery. Help me see, constantly, through this misery.
I see you’ve got the poetry down! All your blogs are absolutely amazing. The pictures you draw for the reader are clear and vivid. I feel your emotions, or the emotions you mean to make feel, and it is extraordinary how well you do that. Keep on writing for it is your gift. Others are comforted in your writing whether you realize it or not. I am anyways. It’s nice knowing others are feeling the same way when I’m feeling down or depressed even if it sucks for both of us. Haven’t talked to you in a long while. Hope you are doing well; better than your blogs show. Hopefully talk to you soon.