Jun 2013
who i am is so far from who i was
even further from who i want to be
feeling useless
as though the point that once stood tall
in the name of my existence
is now on the ground, withering away
the ideally painted, colorful portrait
that my life once was
now possesses spews of ink
and bleeds only black and white
resorting to discomfort
in the most unfamiliar places
when really all i want
is to feel life once again
to dance with the flowers
and sing with the trees
to lust after adventure
to see, trust, believe
but everything is now so askew
the print of letters is fading
hazy eyes and darkened thoughts
without consent, everything is rearranging
i need to be freed from this hollow
the empty being i feel i am
what was it like before? i almost can't recall
but i would like her back, please
who i am is so far from who i was
even further from who i want to be
even further from who i want to be
feeling useless
as though the point that once stood tall
in the name of my existence
is now on the ground, withering away
the ideally painted, colorful portrait
that my life once was
now possesses spews of ink
and bleeds only black and white
resorting to discomfort
in the most unfamiliar places
when really all i want
is to feel life once again
to dance with the flowers
and sing with the trees
to lust after adventure
to see, trust, believe
but everything is now so askew
the print of letters is fading
hazy eyes and darkened thoughts
without consent, everything is rearranging
i need to be freed from this hollow
the empty being i feel i am
what was it like before? i almost can't recall
but i would like her back, please
who i am is so far from who i was
even further from who i want to be
