4/20/2008
End of the rope ready to scream
never letting down the mask
to cover a heart that bleeds
love is not a drug
that eats like acid to the core - but it feels like it
fear lock - stepping to the beat of my heart
doubt a whisper in my ear
waiting to believe - to hear the story
of someone who can cross the divide
between what the world sees and what I am inside
only when tears of pain bottle up inside
Do I seek to escape from the games I play
I can't reveal the shame
of what I've become
of how short I fall

Winter spent away from warmth and fire
not willing to expose a heart that can be melted
fear of wondering what I really have to share
learning to prefer despair...