How this madness shatters me Removes me Dislocates See This scar upon my chest? That is where the shackles rest
Hear those screams? That detest the silence (The cold embrace of one-sided affection.) I am weak and frail in my Ignorances My only strength is my persistence And my patience Though even now that wears thin Uncertainty is unimaginably corrosive To both the mind and heart
Perhaps it is dramatic, But isn't that the purpose of it all? Poetry I mean. To express a feeling, or many. In a form either simple or complex.
Insanity is doing something over and over And expecting different results In that sense (and probably others) I am insane I am insane for allowing this Even after you took his blood-stained hands And his lies And dropped this without thought
You 'live in the moment' I keep forgetting Your as fickle as the wind, ever-changing. While I am static, and un-changing.
And you make me hate myself for values I once cherished. I often think stupidly Would you notice if I vanished Would you notice and rejoice that your burden is gone Or am I hopeful to think you would care even a fraction of what I would If the same were to happen to you.
Be still, Angel, do not fidget Be still and know Think Contemplate Piece together and you might just see (That is if you even care) Just how much you mean to me