A stab in the heart, a kick in the gut.
A punch in the face, a bullet in the leg.
You're killing me slowly, leaving me to bleed.
You're stealing my breath, crushing my pride.
My love is dying, with all my respect.
My heart has shattered and my tears are falling.
My world is flooding from my nonstop crying, my world is dark from your nonstop hurting.
There is no more sun, my sky is cloudy.
Here comes the thunder, now the lightening.
My screams are piercing, my wounds are throbbing.
Why don't you just finish me off?
You made me love you, isn't that torture enough?
Friday, March 7, 2008
The Fall of A Hero
A Beloved Soul, a treasured heart.
A love so pure, a voice so kind.
With a strong hand to help the weak, and a wet shoulder absorbing the tears, he stands almighty, a figure of greatness.
So abruptly he was taken, before his time.
Missed he will be, but never forgotten.
Memories won’t fade, love will remain.
Forever he will be, alive in our hearts, a hero.
A love so pure, a voice so kind.
With a strong hand to help the weak, and a wet shoulder absorbing the tears, he stands almighty, a figure of greatness.
So abruptly he was taken, before his time.
Missed he will be, but never forgotten.
Memories won’t fade, love will remain.
Forever he will be, alive in our hearts, a hero.
Running
On a familiar street, filled with onlookers, I am running. I have no destination, no goal to achieve. I’m running from everything. I’m running from my fear. I’m running from my pain. I’m running from my friends. I can’t help myself.
Everyone’s staring, as if they know my secrets, pointing and mocking me. I hear them, but I can’t stop them. I can’t defend myself. I am weak. I force every step as my legs are growing tired from the running, but I can’t let them catch me.
A shadow blocks my sun, and I’m left in the dark. There is no light for me to see where I’m going. I feel like I’m suffocating as I try to continue running. My world is black, and I can’t run any longer.
My face grows hot, and my legs give out. I tumble to the ground, clutching my chest, the home of my racing heart. My warm tears sting my face as they fall. My sobs resonate through the street, illustrating my pain.
I hear their laughter. I hear their snickers. They pretend they know me. They pretend to care. Every cruel word someone has said to me echoes off every crevice in my mind. I can’t stop it. It won’t go away. My pain is swallowing me. I’m not running anymore.
Everyone’s staring, as if they know my secrets, pointing and mocking me. I hear them, but I can’t stop them. I can’t defend myself. I am weak. I force every step as my legs are growing tired from the running, but I can’t let them catch me.
A shadow blocks my sun, and I’m left in the dark. There is no light for me to see where I’m going. I feel like I’m suffocating as I try to continue running. My world is black, and I can’t run any longer.
My face grows hot, and my legs give out. I tumble to the ground, clutching my chest, the home of my racing heart. My warm tears sting my face as they fall. My sobs resonate through the street, illustrating my pain.
I hear their laughter. I hear their snickers. They pretend they know me. They pretend to care. Every cruel word someone has said to me echoes off every crevice in my mind. I can’t stop it. It won’t go away. My pain is swallowing me. I’m not running anymore.
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