Shouldn't be this hard - losing you - what the hell does everyone else in the world who has ever lost somebody do? Should be able to get on - do the things I want to do... since I'm still here I should at least live... and breathe... not be caught up in all these emotions. Could share what I'm feeling with someone... but who? And why? Why would I share something that makes me feel so ashamed? Overwhelming thoughts of taking my own life - makes me angrier when it truly doesn't seem like anybody cares - nobody gives a shit. Before... when I had these overwhelming feelings I could talk myself out of it... eventually - because I had things and people to live for. But everything I was living for has been taken away... or doesn't know that they are the only thing keeping me from taking my life in a fucking fit of insanity. So fucking stupid because honestly my life isn't that bad - just feeling fucking lonely and nobody cares! Nobody realizes that it is harder to stay in control every day that I put this mask with a smile painted on. Nobody knows about this war within me - don't know how bad it is or how long it's been all-consuming.
So grateful that no matter how hateful of the world I am that you always have my hand. Always try to help me see - all the good things, the little things... and all the potential-ity. More than nice to know that I have a loyal friend to help me ward off my demons... real, imagined... new, and old. Nice to know that no matter how many demons I allow to take control - you still somehow see the good - no matter how small it may be - a flicker of hope... within me. Feel ashamed though. That I should somehow be better able to fight off these demons and win - why does it seem that I am among the few chosen to face them?? Maybe if I'd learn to just let go.. to just let it be... then perhaps I wouldn't feel so violently out of control. Wouldn't have to keep you always on your toes. Regardless of the battles left and the memories of battles past... or more accurately - because of them, I've realized that I have a truely amazing friend.Written primarily for my Mother, but also for my other true friends.
Stand out in a crowd, turn on the news, or listen to the stories of those around you. Experts have analyzed and the discussion, the explanations go on and on - but there is no excuse. No excuse for the monsters we have become - chasing that dollar and competing to be on top. What happened to enjoying the everyday simple things of life? Disheartening that we've lost focus of our morals, of our values... lost sight so much that we fight to protect things that we shouldn't have to be concerned about - like locking our house and keeping our children from going to the park or riding their bike... even in front of their own home. Quite disgusting. No longer talk to our neighbors or wave when we pass a stranger. No more "innocent until proven guilty" as we all look at one another with accusing eyes - asking the question "what sins are you guilty of?" Angry voices scream in your head not to trust anybody as visions of every wrong doing anybody has ever done flash through your head. Where did it all start? The unnecessary brutality, the theft... the destruction? The lies and the deceit? When will it end? Sadly the answer is that it will never end and this is only the beginning - because we "the higher... the greater species" have burnt our bridges and only now while we untrustingly stare at each other - having no alliances we faintly realize that we have destroyed all the goodness in mankind... and all the goodness in the world by our selfish and inconsiderate endeavors.
Devastating –
The power
In you…
If only you knew
Star light
Star bright
Where are you tonight?
Not here
Not with me
Not anywhere…
Within reach.
I lie here
Lookin’ up to heaven
And hopelessly wishing
That fate could rewind
And edit life
To my liking.
Sadly, I know
That life is not
Something that can
Be redid or undone –
Nonetheless
They say that time heals the pain - Perhaps for them, they moved on -But I, I have not yet even started Down the road of recovery...Of healing, of dealing - What a sad, depressing hand of fate.I know my faultsI know that I am still struggling Through...Through all of this.And I know that it isn't Just a matter of fate -But of decisions And state of minds.Argue with myself...Fight myself...Everyday -To lift myself out Of this self-made hell of solitude...But the world -The world out there,Is so dark and cold -Nothing to hold on to -Nothing to chase away the pain -What the hell - This argument doesn't even make sense -Just some way to convince myselfTo continue living in my self-made solitude -To continue enduring the lonlinessTo continue not living my lifeAnd doing all the things I want toTo see all the things I want to seeTo experience all that life has to offer -And I try - Maybe just not hard enoughWhen I make an attempt -A raging, overwhelming fit of fear Overcomes any hopes of trying -So here I am -Continuing on in my solitude.