A thousand and one ways I've said,
a thousand and none you comprehend.
How can I say,
such that you'd see?
How can I say,
such that you'll understand,
that I'm not made for this,
not made of love and kindness,
not made for love,
not made for this at all.
I ache where it hurts most,
a dark cloud of storm,
a black heart pawned,
no hope to see through wrong.
They said hearts weren't made for sleeves,
and I trusted none of it.
I bared and I cared,
then I saw,
the world that tromped,
mercy far from reach,
pain stitching into skin,
darkness looming forth.
I took it all in,
a canvass of chance,
forfeited through time.
Let me live,
let me free.
no more pain,
no more pain,
tears re-tracked,
mirth re-planned,
let me live,
let me free.
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
A thousand and one ways I've said,
a thousand and none you comprehend.
How can I say,
such that you'd see?
How can I say,
such that you'll understand,
that I'm not made for this,
not made of love and kindness,
not made for love,
not made for this at all.
I ache where it hurts most,
a dark cloud of storm,
a black heart pawned,
no hope to see through wrong.
They said hearts weren't made for sleeves,
and I trusted none of it.
I bared and I cared,
then I saw,
the world that tromped,
mercy far from reach,
pain stitching into skin,
darkness looming forth.
I took it all in,
a canvass of chance,
forfeited through time.
Let me live,
let me free.
no more pain,
no more pain,
tears re-tracked,
mirth re-planned,
let me live,
let me free.
