Aug 14, 2004 01:11
This room is quiet and still
If only the phone would ring
Or my breathing could cover the silence...
The noise in my head is impending doom,
Remind me why im even trying.
To put reason to my exsitance
would hush the screaming,
would halt all progression of the negative
that seeps its way into each day.
I cover my head so i can be disconnected
...maybe even forget...
But forgetting is impossable
when residue of the memories
refuses to wash away.
Each goodbye feels more and more like forever
Im waiting...
It would bring me to my knees.
Never could i find
The amount of strength within myself
to remove my body from the floor...
barely is how i do that now.
There is no answer,
just day in and day out,
repition of the same condisending thoughts.
My head to the floor,
mindless content is what im searching
it fades as quicky as it comes...
your voice whispering in my ear
but the room is quiet and still
and i am alone.