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For those who must mendConfessions of a broken heart
One that's been ripped apart
What sins have I committed here?
That take away all that's dear
Looking into the mirror, I see
A shadow of who I long to be
Dreaming of sunlight on my face
I hide myself in silent disgrace
Tempting fate into my hands
Falling to such harsh demands
Everyday another painful turn
All the anguish inside does burn
The blood washes out the pain
Silently like dripping rain
Tears of confession can't appease
I've fallen down upon my knees
No more can I abstain from this
Should I allow the blade another kiss?
Into the darkness I fall further down
Deeper still my heart is bound
Inside me the weakness has taken hold
Shivering I feel so very cold
I long to fight to break free
But I sit here silently
Fading between light and dark
Not believing I'll find that spark
I close my eyes to give in
Losing the battle within
But someone heard my tattered cries
They're trying to open my eyes
Filled with sadness too
Still trying to break through
Answer MeYou stand there,
staring at me.
Do you even see me?
What are you looking at?
Something you hate?
Something you love?
Or are you merely
apathetic towards me?
Am I a non-entity?
Why can't you see me?
Can you see the truth?
Or is your gaze blind?
Do you realize that I love you?
That I would do anything for you?
Do you even care anymore?
Can you fill this hollow spot,
the one you leave in me?
Would you stop the madness?
Will you take all my pain?
When will I be as important to you,
as you are to me?
Don't just stand there....
Answer me, please?
Fear and HopeI prepare for the worst,
but hope for the best.
I prepared for the news,
but hoped it was not true.
I prepare the shrouds,
but hope she'll not need them.
I prepare the phone tree,
but hope I'll not have to call.
I've prepared the songs,
but hope I'll not need to sing.
I've accepted that she's made her peace,
but I still hope she'll never just give up.
I know I may never see her again,
but I hope to hold her one last time.
I know I may not get to kiss her again,
but I hope to stroke her cheek.
I know how brave she really is,
but I hoped she'd not have to prove it.
This is how my people, my family,
deal with life, it's ups and downs.
We prepare for the worst,
continuing to hold hope in our hearts.
Lost Love storyNo one loves me, it's ok
I think about it everyday
Looking in the mirror, I see
A figment of what I want to be
Nothing truly there
No need to really care
Deep inside I fight the war
Of the heart that you tore
Battered and broken down
Look at my tattered gown
When the stars begin to die
That's when I'll finally cry
But only when there's nothing here
Will I answer you, my dear
For the words have died inside
Behind the mask, I'll always hide
As I change to prove myself
Find my place, my own wealth
I'll not look back to then
That story must reach it's end
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