When memory is not enough, what do we have,
loneliness is a very painful thing, in many ways a thing that is also hard to explain,
or describe.
Attempting to explain it, is something that I have had difficulty with. In particular in the last few weeks, arguments, agitations, frustrations new pains and old wounds. things that hurt, The people I trust with this, have been great, I couldn't ask for anymore support, but the people who I counted on, others who I trusted above and beyond in some cases, just aren't there. And since they weren't there, or maybe said something, I'm not feeling it, I'm not feeling the compassion I normally do for them, its more an anger and a frustration, my support has come from unexpected quarters in most cases, and I'm scared that I'm looking out on the world with a hazy vision, that some things are as clear as crystal and yet the world that I embrace as my own, is no longer recognisable to me for what it was, home.
loneliness is a very painful thing, in many ways a thing that is also hard to explain,
or describe.
Attempting to explain it, is something that I have had difficulty with. In particular in the last few weeks, arguments, agitations, frustrations new pains and old wounds. things that hurt, The people I trust with this, have been great, I couldn't ask for anymore support, but the people who I counted on, others who I trusted above and beyond in some cases, just aren't there. And since they weren't there, or maybe said something, I'm not feeling it, I'm not feeling the compassion I normally do for them, its more an anger and a frustration, my support has come from unexpected quarters in most cases, and I'm scared that I'm looking out on the world with a hazy vision, that some things are as clear as crystal and yet the world that I embrace as my own, is no longer recognisable to me for what it was, home.
Tile: Johnny Cash - Hurt
This is lyrics from www.lyrics007.com
I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
Sometimes the weight of secrets becomes too much. it burdens us to the point where we can almost no longer function; we can only force ourselves onwards for so long before even Atlas must rest. Even gods tire sometime.
Life Is Your Problem, Not Mine...
Souls released from their mortal coils for my Gods:732 & counting
The Gods Are Pleased
xd
Souls released from their mortal coils for my Gods:732 & counting
The Gods Are Pleased
xd
