#notomorrow
And if I make it til tomorrow, I'll let you knock me down to size. I'll stop this ugly petty show. I won't ask you to empathize.
And if tomorrow comes for me, I won't be so self absorbed, I'll do more for you and them, I won't leave you so ignored.
And if I make it til tomorrow, I'll tell my Dad it's not his fault. I'll take the blame for my side of things, I'll be more grateful for what he brought.
And if tomorrow comes for me, I'll fight the urge to rediscover what that needle's all about, I'll leave that up to another.
(and I won't have to write that note apologizing to my mother.)
And if I make it til tomorrow, I'll take the time to treat you right. I'll back off when you are tired, I'll back you up in the fight.
But today is no good, there's nothing left, I'm all alone. I burned each bridge back to life, I've blocked the route to hope and love. So, so long, goodbye tomorrow, I wont be there if you come. Tonight, I'm here, freeing you, as I become a setting sun. Just like that stupid song that was sang by Neil Young.
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 5:45 PM UTC
A pain
Inside
That covers
The light,
Blinds it;
Fills
The room-
Suffocates it.
This isn’t just
Pain;
This is
Darkness,
Blackness.
This is
Death:
The very
Essence
Of the
End of
Life.
The lack of
Dreams, the
Absence of
Hope, the
Reality of
No tomorrow,
No way to
Be free:
This
Is
Death.
This
Is
Depression.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 4:27 AM UTC