Saturday, Dec. 29, 2001

Goodbye

In my desire to find personal understanding I have been misunderstood
In my need to be self expressive I have become silenced for good

Its not making me happy this way I am all painted raw
Nor was it for anyone’s sighs for me to burn open scars

I don’t have anything left to say for fools that just don’t know
In order for me to find myself I really need to just let this all go

I’m tired of ripping my flesh and swimming in the pain
There is nothing really worth it all, there’s nothing left to gain

And I suppose it is prolific to end this with a poem
And pack up my mental bags and leave behind this home

poetical at 2:51 a.m.

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