Posted by Άνεμος | Posted in | Posted on Παρασκευή, Δεκέμβριος 25, 2009
You feel... thats something... you feel not... that's something more... What you feel...?
Anger comes first. Emotions drifting. You know its not right. Can you help it? Can you control it? Surely not... If you could, it would be... easy... Making people sad, uncomfortable... Pour's form you at ease. The sad part is you can't stop it... Above all your emotional funeral, you bear this burden, feeling so alone carrying it... Nowhere to reach, nowhere to turn... no place able to reflect your inside... Grief is the word you are looking for... Mourning in shadows...
You can't stop it... Joy is there, you just can't have it. You feel like crying, but your facade remains unstained... Can't even shed a tear. Drowning your eyes, but gravity seizes to exist. Refusing to so what nature is supposed to... Refusing to drop...
Supposedly, you stop breathing the next moment... Nothing seems to change. Giving a damn about it, is making it seem like its worth... You stopped carrying that much...Thinking of people you leave behind... You can't even care about that anymore. You reached a state where you disconnected with the persons you care... You struggle to show them your smile. You feel sorry seeing them putting so much effort making you smile... you feel guilty about that... also...
Anger comes first. Emotions drifting. You know its not right. Can you help it? Can you control it? Surely not... If you could, it would be... easy... Making people sad, uncomfortable... Pour's form you at ease. The sad part is you can't stop it... Above all your emotional funeral, you bear this burden, feeling so alone carrying it... Nowhere to reach, nowhere to turn... no place able to reflect your inside... Grief is the word you are looking for... Mourning in shadows...
You can't stop it... Joy is there, you just can't have it. You feel like crying, but your facade remains unstained... Can't even shed a tear. Drowning your eyes, but gravity seizes to exist. Refusing to so what nature is supposed to... Refusing to drop...
Supposedly, you stop breathing the next moment... Nothing seems to change. Giving a damn about it, is making it seem like its worth... You stopped carrying that much...Thinking of people you leave behind... You can't even care about that anymore. You reached a state where you disconnected with the persons you care... You struggle to show them your smile. You feel sorry seeing them putting so much effort making you smile... you feel guilty about that... also...
After all this pain you endure, what can make you survive...?
Even your soul can't supply you the power you need anymore... she is... weakened...
Even your soul can't supply you the power you need anymore... she is... weakened...
If I die before I wake...
doesnt really matter anymore...
doesnt really matter anymore...
