Fine.
Was hit rather recently by the good 'ol Muse and insipred to write something.
Please note: the content in this is Extreamly EMO.. infact people may drown in it's emo'ness. This poem/writing has no double meaning nor is it a cryout/anything like that. It's just something that came to me as I was typing.
When going through chemo I kinda bottled a hell of alot to myself. Amusingly infact those who were not close to me had no idea what I was going through for a long part of the ride. I think the significance of hiding myself from the world to shelter anymore being hurt/worried kinda rubbed off here. Humanity is strange, at the breaking point of our lives... when we need somebody the most we all tend to bottle it up; to protect those whom we love.
Illness, Depression, Self Worthlessness, Lonelyness, Hate, Suicide: All factors in this world we have so many to share with yet face alone. In my opinion it's those who fight and win against these things that define the strong against the weak. There are so many strong people out in this world... you wouldn't know them by looking at them. I have alot in my life that I am so thankful for having as friends.
I didn't write this for myself... I wrote this for all those who are "fine" I wrote this to show the sad ending of not letting people into your life. Bleh, I'm rambling... here is the poem/verse.
Fine.
Alone in the darkness
Spread thin across the line
The delusion of faithless
To tell yourself it’s fine.
The journey’s rather intense
Withered with age and time
You’re still holding up the pretense
That everything is fine.
But sometimes you reconsider
Perhaps it’s in your mind
And these things that make you quiver
Don’t exist and you are fine.
Protect me from myself.
Forget the days of broken heartfelt.
Destroy the past to make it right.
Grant the courage to last the fight.
Kill the voices that keep telling me everything is not ok…
Protect me from myself.
The fear it holds you back you see
Understanding the Undefined
To your problems you cower and flee
Pretending they’re all fine.
And so you bottle the silence
A feeling so sublime
To slay your inner violence
To make everything all fine.
But soon enough you will break
Some people will cross the line
And it’ll be much harder to fake
That you are in fact fine
Protect me from myself.
Hide the days of broken heartfelt.
Cover the past to make it right.
Help me tell them there is no fight.
Let me convince them everything’s ok…
Protect me from myself.
Your safety walls are coming undone
To loneliness you confine
But the exposure has just begun.
Keep telling them you’re fine.
The more you clench, the more you loose
The truth begins to refine
And with your heart you make a truce
To deceive to remake fine.
It’s the closest to you that break the wall
The truth a ray of sunshine.
And now your barrier crumbs and falls
They learn that you aren’t fine.
Shelter them from myself.
So they will never suffer broken heartfelt.
Block the past to make it right.
Submit to them so there will be no fight.
Let me promise them everything’s ok…
Protect me from myself.
Your parents they find your Body
A note from you consign
Please tell everybody…
That everything will be fine.
Protect them from myself.
Let them forget the days of broken heartfelt.
Fix the past to make it right.
Grant the courage to let me loose the fight.
Kill, the voices that keep telling them everything is not ok…
Protect them from myself.
Please note: the content in this is Extreamly EMO.. infact people may drown in it's emo'ness. This poem/writing has no double meaning nor is it a cryout/anything like that. It's just something that came to me as I was typing.
When going through chemo I kinda bottled a hell of alot to myself. Amusingly infact those who were not close to me had no idea what I was going through for a long part of the ride. I think the significance of hiding myself from the world to shelter anymore being hurt/worried kinda rubbed off here. Humanity is strange, at the breaking point of our lives... when we need somebody the most we all tend to bottle it up; to protect those whom we love.
Illness, Depression, Self Worthlessness, Lonelyness, Hate, Suicide: All factors in this world we have so many to share with yet face alone. In my opinion it's those who fight and win against these things that define the strong against the weak. There are so many strong people out in this world... you wouldn't know them by looking at them. I have alot in my life that I am so thankful for having as friends.
I didn't write this for myself... I wrote this for all those who are "fine" I wrote this to show the sad ending of not letting people into your life. Bleh, I'm rambling... here is the poem/verse.
Fine.
Alone in the darkness
Spread thin across the line
The delusion of faithless
To tell yourself it’s fine.
The journey’s rather intense
Withered with age and time
You’re still holding up the pretense
That everything is fine.
But sometimes you reconsider
Perhaps it’s in your mind
And these things that make you quiver
Don’t exist and you are fine.
Protect me from myself.
Forget the days of broken heartfelt.
Destroy the past to make it right.
Grant the courage to last the fight.
Kill the voices that keep telling me everything is not ok…
Protect me from myself.
The fear it holds you back you see
Understanding the Undefined
To your problems you cower and flee
Pretending they’re all fine.
And so you bottle the silence
A feeling so sublime
To slay your inner violence
To make everything all fine.
But soon enough you will break
Some people will cross the line
And it’ll be much harder to fake
That you are in fact fine
Protect me from myself.
Hide the days of broken heartfelt.
Cover the past to make it right.
Help me tell them there is no fight.
Let me convince them everything’s ok…
Protect me from myself.
Your safety walls are coming undone
To loneliness you confine
But the exposure has just begun.
Keep telling them you’re fine.
The more you clench, the more you loose
The truth begins to refine
And with your heart you make a truce
To deceive to remake fine.
It’s the closest to you that break the wall
The truth a ray of sunshine.
And now your barrier crumbs and falls
They learn that you aren’t fine.
Shelter them from myself.
So they will never suffer broken heartfelt.
Block the past to make it right.
Submit to them so there will be no fight.
Let me promise them everything’s ok…
Protect me from myself.
Your parents they find your Body
A note from you consign
Please tell everybody…
That everything will be fine.
Protect them from myself.
Let them forget the days of broken heartfelt.
Fix the past to make it right.
Grant the courage to let me loose the fight.
Kill, the voices that keep telling them everything is not ok…
Protect them from myself.