A summer spent in constant pain
I suffer, I was strangled;
thinking all must bare this bane
I faded within daylight.
I'm not aware, not for a second,
I'm dying from within.
My childish mind, my naive soul
convinced me it's a sin.
Secrets lost behind closed doors,
books slammed shut on tables.
My last decision left's to doze
and keep still as I'm able.
'The best years of your life' they say.
'You'll never have this youthful energy again' they say.
All the while like gossamer, the lust for life slides out through my finger tips limply hanging over the couches edge.
Unspoken words that whittled me down to half a shadow grey.
My skin, my flesh, my hair, my bones, they slowly fade away.
Soon I had forgotten,
just how it used to feel
to run through life, a teenage dream,
an ever spinning wheel.
Stagnant, stuck, just one last gasp,
the blood seeped through the sheets,
I could not hide it any longer
History repeats.
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 5:49 PM UTC
A summer spent in constant pain
I suffer, I was strangled;
thinking all must bare this bane
I faded within daylight.
I'm not aware, not for a second,
I'm dying from within.
My childish mind, my naive soul
convinced me it's a sin.
Secrets lost behind closed doors,
books slammed shut on tables.
My last decision left's to doze
and keep still as I'm able.
'The best years of your life' they say.
'You'll never have this youthful energy again' they say.
All the while like gossamer, the lust for life slides out through my finger tips limply hanging over the couches edge.
Unspoken words that whittled me down to half a shadow grey.
My skin, my flesh, my hair, my bones, they slowly fade away.
Soon I had forgotten,
just how it used to feel
to run through life, a teenage dream,
an ever spinning wheel.
Stagnant, stuck, just one last gasp,
the blood seeped through the sheets,
I could not hide it any longer
History repeats.
March 2013
No one ever tells you it's the essence of your veins.
No one ever warns there should be limits to such pain.
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