May 19, 2005 14:15
The bed is soaked in the sadness I let go.
It's humid of the sweat and tears I bleed.
A temporary mark of existence; of emotion.
And lying next to me, you see nothing.
It's selfish to want what I've been waiting for.
It's selfish and yet I know I still need something-
Something comforting and undone.
An anything that will help me.
Why is it that such thoughts dance within me?
Why won't it leave me forever?
Why does it return, while you,
Dream away the hours passed,
And still I lie awake?
My heart is tired of being repainted
So that you won't see the grey inside.
My mind is tired of stashing away
An empty spot for me to keep hoping
Because I do it all in vain.
Its lonely to think and hurt in silence
Its lonely but I don't know another way-
A way perfected and efficient
A reason to smile again
Why does it feel so wrong to be so hurt?
Why can't I just take it?
why do I cry at night, while you,
sleep the time away?
Time, my current disease.