When you're on your knees
Blood pouring from your wrists
Tears streaming from your cheeks
And nothing's getting better
It's hard to believe it will
Because you're in a darkness so cold
Your heart is stone, it's frozen
You're better off dead, or so you're told
You want to break away
You're waiting for the better to come
You don't want to die, but you're not afraid
You understand that death is permanent; you're not dumb
It's all you can do to make it through each day,
each hour, each minute, each second
All you can do is wait, detached and far away,
For things to get better
And when things don't get better
You close your eyes and wish, not foolish enough to pray
That maybe, maybe, maybe
Some day....
Things could get better, if only you'd wait
Just another day
But the human mind is impatient
You can't endure the constant pain
Close your eyes, turn away
You seek the darkness and cold
You wait for things to get better
The beginning or the end to unfold....
This is dedicated to Julian, who in his own way taught me to wait, even though I've let him go...
 satasha · Fri Nov 11, 2005 @ 10:51pm · 2 Comments |
