There’s a kind of grief in a long leaf pine with a scar cut deep in its bark from lightning that shines beneath a winter’s moonlight all alone out there down by the water like a man in a wheelchair grieving for a daughter at the end of the dock hard and gray old as the rocks and cold **** waves that break in time along this god forsaken piece of coastline.
It comes uninvited I don’t have to be alone to feel it In fact I’m surrounded by people right now and It’s there You see these people are people Not connected to me And I do have friends But I don’t feel gotten I have my front to fit in A side they like so I keep it there But I’m not me They don’t see me For if they did then I’d truly be alone — loneliness
What the world doesn't know is You sometimes linger in my head What happened taught me more than you could imagine I cried over that war of pain, I thank you for my brand new me.
gun in your hands was fully loaded you aimed it at my head pull the trigger I said i know you will you fired the gun but it was my heart you shot instead