Im livin my life on the razors edge,heres just a glimpse inside my head.
Hidden in dark corners covered with dust where the rain leaks in and things begin to rust.This is where I put the feelings that I fear to touch.
Because to touch them,to gaze upon them and know them as mine,to own them would hurt too much.
Feelings of love gone wrong,broken dreams,words gone unspoken,all types of sharp and deadly things.
So I hang on to all my pain like to an umbrella out in the rain.
Standing here inside myself,my shoes are soaked through,my feet are wet with the tears that I've cried.
But still no regrets,its my life and I've lived it my way.
And how could I look forward to tomorrow if I were to regret yesterday?
Passing thoughts,fleeting glimpses of myself naked and alone banging my clenched fists against the walls like a miner trapped by a cave in.But it's just the rubble of my own world imprisioning me.
Yet I still hope beyond hope that someone will hear my pounding and send help,rescue me from myself.
So now I just paint pictures in the dark with words that no one will hear on walls that no one can see.Trapped inside the reality that I have created for myself.
Life is my sentence and death my only reprieve.
..............Rattle rattle,clang clang,the thoughts just keep rolling around between my ears,behind my eyes.
So if you just happen to think you see tears in my eyes don't be concerned I'm not crying,it's just my brain sweating.
And always remember not to pick at the scabs or the wound will never heal.