Putting the pieces back together
Is not as easy as I expected it to be
I had to trace back to where I were
Looking for the right words to a memory
Day in and day out I tossed and turn
There were bleeding debris on my bed
I don’t look like I crashed and burned
But I can see it so clear in my head
Sparkling sounds in my ears
Tired eyes and lights were dim
My brain was raining on this fear
Lord, help me; I’m stretching thin
Is it a sin to show weakness?
Is it a disease to be swallowed by loneliness?
I could be apathetic, I could care less
But all I want is the power to not treat them less
Why is that anything I kept inside,
Feels like everything and nothing at the same time
But sometimes I want to be that bottle:
I want the ability to be able to float above it all
But being in the dark for years on end
Has robbed my soul from its heartsight
And I’m losing a part of me since then
In despair, searching left and right
I feel like I have nothing to lose
What was left in me to be of use?
I imagined things you couldn’t
Tempted of things people shouldn’t
Is it a sin to cry my insides loud?
Is it a crime to not follow where people go?
The many things I was thinking about
Things I doubt nobody will ever know
Lay me in perpetual slumber
Till it all put back together
Erase all the wound to invisible
But I’m in no place called forever
I could tell you all things ballad and sorrow
But I guess I was just being in the shadow
I came back and wrote you this piece
To tell you that hell does exist.
