I slip slowly down into the cool water of my creek
Letting the water wash over me
Yet it never seems to cleanse me of the sins of my past
So I write
I write to clean my soul, scrubbing off the darkness within
I write to wash out the foul taste of blood from my mind
Words flow from me like a waterfall stripping away the filth of a life of shadows
I write down all these things that make me *****
As I lift up from out of the waters of my poems I feel a little more clean
Like a life of misery hasn't soiled me so badly
I feel a little more normal
A little more like I could be worth loving
I will look forward
For the things that will be happening
And not on the what ifs
Its easier than said right?
I don't know why as well
Can you tell me?
They are there
No matter what happens
But where are they when you're most likely to give up?
I am crying at loud
Without nobody on my side
I cried and cried
And comfort myself
For something I did to myself
Isn't ironic? haha
Yes you know me
But you didn't know the real me
Maybe because you're not interested at all
Because maybe, you just really needed a temporary companion.
And you found me as one.
Sky's color are blending
Like my emotions every second
But mine's not a good sight to see
Because no one noticed it cause the blend is inside me with the colors of blue,yellow and gray