Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Dry Eyes Never Learned to Cry
I hate to use cliches but Ifind no better time than to use one, "My life sucks" It's like I have nothing to look forward to. Writing is the only thing I have that is worth my while.
I was always afraid of this day. The day I would find myself alone with no one but myself because at this time, I get to hear the voice within me that points and laughs. I don't feel like going home anymore, it doesn't feel like home, matter of fact, I feel robbed of that sense. I have no one to go to, no one to turn to. I didn't let that bother me but now it raps on the door of my innermost sanctuary. Why does it hurt -this loneliness- again... why does it hurt still? When I did all I could to let things go, I still find myself with shattered pieces of the past. Pieces that were sharp, of which when I hold I bleed; the more I hold on tightly, the more I hurt so why? Why when I left these pieces I find myself still carrying them in my bloodied hands... They hurt too much. Why now?
People who I sought relief from -I don't know- whether they could help anymore. The one light I had was the hopen of a new blossoming love -but- I kid myself with illusions and dreams, once again. No, she does not see me. I am a ghost who whispers yet never speaks so loud to be worthy of attention. I learned this lesson once but I paid no heed. I am a fool, a coward and a liar. I fooled you all to think that I have never hurt, never frowned, never cried. It was a lie for I bled wounds, was stolen of smiles and cried softly in corners never ventured. I never let people know and why would they care? I'm just another person, nothing special; a heart, skin, eyes, hands, lips... I am no different from anyone else so why hear just another voice? Why waste your time? They never know. They never knew who I really am; Dry eyes that never learned to cry.
Riding the Lightning
6:01 PM