Meaningless
I woke up this morning, and nothing matters any more.
Not even the tears that keep making their dreadful appearances.
I find every one, and every thing dissapointing eventually.
The vail between the truth and dreams has finally been cut by an unseen force.
There happens to be an inbalence on the scale.
I woke up this morning, and nothing matters any more.
Today when she put her head on my sholder,
it felt so good, like a never ending itch had been scratched.
Like a warm blanket covering me when I'm out in the cold.
It only made me hate her more.
What else can I do?
How else can I bare it? I don't know what else to do
but make up reasons to hate her. She hasn't done anything.
Opinions of others circle in my head,
and I've become a member of the highschool problem dwellers.
This year I've done nothing but push the drama aside,
but now I can only try to create some for an excuse.
I need an excuse for these tears. I'm weak right now,
and can't bare not having an excuse.
Whenever I speak I start to cry in the presence of close ones.
There is test after test, and assignment after assignment
nagging me, through all this fear and never ending burning bowel movement.
So many sour thoughts circle inside me,
like a black panther, circling his pray.
my bed is just so cold without another body
lying in it.
Not even the tears that keep making their dreadful appearances.
I find every one, and every thing dissapointing eventually.
The vail between the truth and dreams has finally been cut by an unseen force.
There happens to be an inbalence on the scale.
I woke up this morning, and nothing matters any more.
Today when she put her head on my sholder,
it felt so good, like a never ending itch had been scratched.
Like a warm blanket covering me when I'm out in the cold.
It only made me hate her more.
What else can I do?
How else can I bare it? I don't know what else to do
but make up reasons to hate her. She hasn't done anything.
Opinions of others circle in my head,
and I've become a member of the highschool problem dwellers.
This year I've done nothing but push the drama aside,
but now I can only try to create some for an excuse.
I need an excuse for these tears. I'm weak right now,
and can't bare not having an excuse.
Whenever I speak I start to cry in the presence of close ones.
There is test after test, and assignment after assignment
nagging me, through all this fear and never ending burning bowel movement.
So many sour thoughts circle inside me,
like a black panther, circling his pray.
my bed is just so cold without another body
lying in it.