Pens scattered with lack of ink
paper torn, its hard to think
mind so scattered, heart so torn
my clothes are ***** and my shoes are worn
ive lost so much in this deadly fight
against no one but me, myself, and i.
like my focus on the things i love
the meaning behind warm human touch
my strength, my sight, my will to live
the nervousness before a kiss
my vision
my dreams
how it feels to spread my wings
and ride the wind without a care
because though i didnt know where i was going
i knew God was taking me there
this clock keeps ticking, driving me mad
my head keeps spinning as the seconds pass
with each new second
i recall another mistake from my past
i want to use all my strength left
to break this **** glass
bc the girl on the other side of this mirror
looks much too unfamiliar.
They say to look inside yourself
to find out where to start
but its all empty
except some tired lungs, a drowned-in-liquor liver
and a shattered heart.
ive got nothing left to give
i gave it all away
to all the things that promised
to take away the pain
tried to find myself
in the bottom of those bottles
and the pills that i would swallow
and all the smoke that left my eyes red
lungs gray
and mind hollow
i lost myself in the journey to find me
i guess sometimes we have to learn who were not
before we figure out who we are
i learned that i cant find myself in the things that destroy me,
but rather in the things that build who i am
like the worn pages of my old bible
the words of the songs that make me smile
like the hands of a loved one who never let go
in the spaces between their fingers, where i place my own
like the song of the birds, soaring through the sky
promising i will get new wings
and again i will fly
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
Pens scattered with lack of ink
paper torn, its hard to think
mind so scattered, heart so torn
my clothes are ***** and my shoes are worn
ive lost so much in this deadly fight
against no one but me, myself, and i.
like my focus on the things i love
the meaning behind warm human touch
my strength, my sight, my will to live
the nervousness before a kiss
my vision
my dreams
how it feels to spread my wings
and ride the wind without a care
because though i didnt know where i was going
i knew God was taking me there
this clock keeps ticking, driving me mad
my head keeps spinning as the seconds pass
with each new second
i recall another mistake from my past
i want to use all my strength left
to break this **** glass
bc the girl on the other side of this mirror
looks much too unfamiliar.
They say to look inside yourself
to find out where to start
but its all empty
except some tired lungs, a drowned-in-liquor liver
and a shattered heart.
ive got nothing left to give
i gave it all away
to all the things that promised
to take away the pain
tried to find myself
in the bottom of those bottles
and the pills that i would swallow
and all the smoke that left my eyes red
lungs gray
and mind hollow
i lost myself in the journey to find me
i guess sometimes we have to learn who were not
before we figure out who we are
i learned that i cant find myself in the things that destroy me,
but rather in the things that build who i am
like the worn pages of my old bible
the words of the songs that make me smile
like the hands of a loved one who never let go
in the spaces between their fingers, where i place my own
like the song of the birds, soaring through the sky
promising i will get new wings
and again i will fly
