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Vidhi Agarwal Nov 2014
I smell the scent of lavendar,
Where my soul is heard no more.
The hard truth,
Which shall be told no more.

The pain of losing,
And feeling the weak heart crying,
The heart which used to be lively once,
But the memories bounce
Back and forth bringing tears,
The silence that creeps inside day and night with fear.

Saddness fills the air,
The words seems to lose all its meaning,
The life seems meaningless with heart aches lingering.
My body is greiving..
The rain is pouring.
And here I sit on my table,
Trying to collect myself,
Sipping my cup of coffee,
Engulfing the hard truth inside.
This is my first poem which i find nice..
Kara Oct 2014
Dear sister,
I am to blame for the scars littering your wrists,
I am to blame for your sleeve clad arms in the summers heat,
I am to blame for the tears you shed
and the insecurities that torture you day and night,
I am to blame.

Dear friend,
I am to blame for the saddness that constantly follows you,
I am to blame for the days you spend alone,
I am to blame for your scars and burns,
I am to blame for the tears and screams
you choke on until you feel sick,
I am to blame.

I am to blame and I know that,
yet I still push you away and pretend I don't notice the hurt and disappointment in your eyes.
I push you away even though you are the two most important people in my life and the thought of living without you is unbearable.
I push you away even though I love you more than I could ever love myself.

And I dont know why I do this, even though the loneliness I feel without you physical hurts and gets so bad I keel over and want to scream
and fall down
and drink
and smoke
and do anything to stop the hollow feeling that engulfs me.
But I am to blame for my own saddness.
And I am to blame for yours.
this is really bad but i just needed to get it off my chest.
Erin Nicole Mar 2017
Sometimes you
Can't let go of
Whats making
You sad, because
it was the only
thing that made
you happy.
ɐnoɹ Apr 2014
Im not deppressed,cuz I have fun
Im not happy cuz I cry
Im not sad cuz I smile

But..
Im deppressed cuz I cry at night
Im happy cuz I usually have fun

But..
When I am alone
I always have a new scar
Jon York Nov 2010
It's been over forty  years,
but I still feel the tears from
thirteen months of combat in
a  no - win  situation called
Vietnam. The years just keep passing
by, and still many Vietnam
Veterans die, and no one wants
to admit why.
The anger and saddness is
still there and what makes it
worse  is a society that acts
as if they care, acting like
they know where we had to go
and what we had to do, and
now they just stare.

Our tears flow for our brothers
whose names are on that Wall,
the ones who answered the call
and gave all.

It is American tradition to honor
War Veterans, but they shut the
door on us and some just can't
forget.
For some better late than never,
but for me it just won't go away.

Now a whole new generation
in a different era thinks a  simple
" welcome home " will do. A
generation that is blind to what
went on, and the the injustice
that we were served,
a generation that looks the other
way when the homeless living on
the street try to speak .
A generation that ignores the number of
Vietnam Veterans taking their
own lives every day.
The shock of this is so much,
I  just don't know what to say.

Some of us choose to live another
day and this new generation
honoring us needs to know
that we will not just go away and
that they will have to deal with
us someday, giving more than
just a " welcome home" that
comes a little late, and they need
to know  why our minds are in such
a  f*^k^d   up state.
                              Jon York  USMC Vietnam  1969 -70

,
Cameron Crew Jul 2014
Seeing his body lying before me felt unreal
If I only knew of the pain he would feel
As my shades shades the rays and hides my sobbing gaze
Never would I have thought to see this day
Tears fill my eyes as I hug his mother
He use to be like my blood,my brother
She says "His saddness is at an end."
The pain is indescribable watching them bury your oldest friend.
Verdae Geissler Jun 2013
Tuesday, July 12, 2005


I am up tonight emotions reeling.
It was my birthday yesterday, 36 years old. 36 years alive.
Three years of parents, mom and dad, 10 years of multiple dads, moms, ad totally confusion, abandonment, aching for my real father. ...Wild times of insanity with my mom, and an emotional roller coaster ride with my grandmother and her dilemas.
...Lots of moving around, losing people , starting over, and culture shock.
In those first years I learned German, I also realized that I was my mom and my mom's mom, and everyone's anchor.
When they wanted me to be, of course.
Then at 16, My 20 years of drug addition, self hate, torture and, blind running began. Frankly it lasted until about 10 months ago.
My mother died two years ago.
Most of the last two years is so terrifying that my mind can hardly wrap itself around it all.
Most importantly those times provided me the final shove toward my need for reality.
...A reality I have been avoiding for the last 33 years.
I have come to realize, the insanity which filled many years,
came from depths of my own being.
The objects of my saddness and fear, suddenly dissipated into nothingness,
while a need for truth and reality has taken its place.
I realize only now, my happiness, and I matter.
I know now, only I possess the power it takes to  either "make or break" me.
...No one and nothing else has ever held that over me. ...no man, woman, drug, attitude, nothing.
There is, and will never be any way of ME escaping me.
...Not being beaten, or abandoned...
...Not an overdose, not emotional ****, not physical ****, nothing.
None of this could ever provide that escape.
For I know, now, there is no escaping ME.
Oh the price I've paid for this realization:
In the end, only I will be standing in front of my own judgement.
I , alone, will be the target of my  anger, hurt , fear, and guilt, if I do not decide this life is worth being present for.
I have finally decided to own those years.
...Resolved, that by my actions, alone, I either made my life a happy one worth wanting to share, or one so miserible all I could see to do was end it all.  
I can no longer blame my failure on  "the guy" I was with, nor  can I blame my mother for her selfish, hurtful, and neglectful way.
It was never some other person's herion addiction. Nor was it someone's fist in my face, that, ultimately brought me down onto the floor.
... My misguided, distorted, sense of unimportance, is what took me down.
...The pain, devastation, and  lack of self worth,  provided by a childhood filled, mostly, with disappointments, and abandonment, and confusion.
From this, I bore my defect.
...My malignant tumour of self destruction.


I have since learned I only need myself to make this life a good one.
...I shall love and nourish, and be kind to myself.
I will love me first.
Only i can live this life I've been given. Only i can walk my path.
The choice is now mine, alone.  
I boldly choose laughter and sunshine.
Though I dare not forget the gloom and sorrow of years past.
The choice has been  mine from the beginning.  
I will, starting now, live for my dreams and for my well being.
Although has taken many years to understand...
THIS little girl has found her voice.  
It is a most important, intelligent, worthy, and bold voice to boot!
I have also come to believe that loving another should never lead to neglect or abuse of any kind.
And that loving someone doesn't mean tossing one's own good judgment aside, while living  in someone else's misery with, or even for them.
No one will ever love me for neglecting myself.
This behavior only leads to disrespect, and further neglect from them, as well as self hatred and loathing, from me.
One of the most ridiculous thoughts I  remember having was 17yrs old.  My boyfriend, and I  had been living for the past year in Manhattan, ater leaving Atlanta to make a fresh start away from his herion addiction. It was like jumping from the frying pan into the fire! He hadn't stopped using. He had actually gotten much more out of control.  While Looking in the mirror after my nightly shower after one evening, I thought about the way he had started looking old and worn and sickly looking. That is when it came to me! A genius idea! ...At least that is what i thought at the time!
I decided the only way I could get him to quit using drugs, and me, was to BECOME him.
And that I did!
I became a selfless him.
He used me up, and my heart still mourns him.  
...It still mourns ME, for that matter.

Disillusion and Disappointments come easy in life.
But being real and heathly come just as easily.
If only  you can stop running blind for a moment.
Then recognize the difference between the two, that is.
It was incredibly easy to set myself up for disaster and disappointments.
But I have found, it takes guts to care enough about myself to say; "Enough is enough!"
Even now, I catch myself trying to walk on the razor's sharp edge of reason and choice.

I could wake up tomorrow and decide I'll take the "easy" way.
Then again, I could to take the "real" road. THe road to freedom of *******.

I  have decided, at this old age of 36 years, I am not willing to, and will not repeat those miserable years for anyone ever again.

...My road to happiness has been paved with fear, disillusion, disappointment, and heartache.
I will walk the rest of my road with love for myself and for others!
Love and Light!
So Ham!

posted by romy geissler at 7/12/2005 02:42:00 AM
Brittany Falk Dec 2014
Crazy were my feelings for him.
Crazy, how blind I was to his lies.
Crazy, how stupid I was to believe them.
Crazy, were my efforts to sustain a relationship that I knew wouldn't last.
Crazy, that everything was my fault.
Crazy, how jealous he got.
Crazy, the saddness I felt.
Crazy, were the actions I took to alleviate the pain.
Crazy, how selfish he was with my love.
Crazy, that he finally knew what he had once it was gone.
Crazy, that I care no more.
& the craziest thing? ... How quickly he moved on.
A Duvall May 2014
radiating out of the hollow hole inside me
where butterflies used to thrive
is a saddness so enveloping
so thorough, that it is filling me up.
and drowning me from the inside.
suffocating and sobbing and begging for air,
it beats at my eyelids and bursts out of my eyes.
this icy saddness which freezes and burns my throat
and makes me curl up like a sinking body in the artic oceans.
as if im protecting the frozen hollows of my heart
against any onslaught of unrequited love i might suffer next.
everynight i find tears on my face as i chide my sobbing
into a quieter tremble of my body,
i cannot let anyone see how torn you've left me
the mask i wear is perfected, self created of shame,
i wish i could show someone
im not as unbreakable as i pretend.
but though i ache to be loved
and i miss you
and i have dreams of kissing you
circumstances demand
that i suffocate and sink
to the coldest darkest place
that i have ever been.
Alexis Ash Feb 2014
Don't go looking for sadness
Because sadness will always find you

when I'm actually happy
And I mean truly Happy,
not a temporary state of the word-
But Free and Content
It's like being able to breathe again

it's odd, and I feel a sort of expectancy
That the darkness will return
And it will
But I can't let that weigh on me
Or let it deter me from enjoying life
Might as well ride the wave while it lasts
And make the most of whatever comes next
andy fardell Feb 2012
the face behind the mask ..
hidden from the futures past
sorrow shown but never seen
a saddness followed from a faked out sheen

the look that never came
a hole so missed and never gained
a smile not real but there
a tear not looked but always near

the face behind the mask
is someone close ..as you pass
remember why their there
to hold your hand a love and care
Anne Cameron Oct 2009
How can anyone believe in a god that drops bombs on us, allows wars to run rampt, children to go hungry, and animals to be beaten?
I cry ****** tears of saddness and grief!
Everything is wrong.
Nothing is explained.
We smile and take what we are given, and we act greatfull.
We are all sad beings of our selves.
What is worth living for if we cover over our problems with a lie.
How many times have you heard someone say there fine, when really hell is breaking lose inside...
So much saddness, too much to go around.
Humans say make the best of a bad situation, Well I say BullSh*t!!!
Humans are all ONE and ONE for all........
There is no unity, or love or real kindness or trust
How can we believe in human lies...
I don't want to believe in thier lies or misconceptions of truths anymore.
All I cry for is truth and understanding...

signed A Lone Vampire's thoughts and tears...AC 2007
IncadesentCat Aug 2014
With creativity.
"I can only right when I'm depressed."
*******!
You've got a talent, kid,
and it doesn't stop being there just because you had a good day.
So when you're feeling sad, write about all the terrible ****;
but when you're happy, don't dare put down that pen
write about all the amazing things that you feel,
because lord knows you can!
Mir Dec 2015
You make me feel like I'm pAthetic
Because you Lead me on
And thEn you go and get with another girl
My friend. My throat goes Xerotypic
My heart feels lIke it's stinking
I guess misery is denSe

Why do I Greive for you
When you make me feel so smAll
You took my heart and Broke it
RelEase me I beg you from your heart and grip
Mia Kendrick Mar 2010
I found you in a place full of strangers
The memories come flooding back

The saddness of missing all the years we have lost
Wanders to find a place in our hearts

In a life full of chaos where innocence is gone
The past immages of you help brings peace to my mind

The words we have spoken, the times we have spent
Reconnecting with each other, brings the innocence back

To me you are more than a memory of the past
You are a place in my heart I will never forget....
Cindy Long Jul 2017
Jack and jill
Went up the hill
Looking for a thrill.
Jack got high
And got jill to try
Then jack unzipped his fly.
Jill bit her lip
Placed her hand on his hip
And licked around the tip.
Jill got top
And fell with a plop
And the pleasure did not stop.
Jack groaned loud
Jill was proud
Their heads still in the clouds.
But as they came down
Jill started to frown
And jack headed back towards town.
Jill sat still
Alone on the hill
Wishing for another pill.
Jack didnt care
About what happened there
Jills life began to tear.
Jill cried alone
Jack on his throne
Still not answering his phone.
Jill went to the hill
Hoping for jack still
But he didnt even think about jill
Jack brought another to set free
And was shocked to see
Jill standing beside the tree.
Jack wasnt glad
In fact he was mad
That jill was still so sad.
Said she gave a good ****
But was just a ****
And now shes out of luck.
Jill just stared
As jack glared
His heart flickered and flared.
He didnt know why
So he let out a sigh
And all jill could do was cry.
Jill fell to her knees
And begged jack please
But his words didnt ease.
He shooed her away
So that they could stay
And the other girl he could lay.
Broke jills heart
It fell apart
But a fire in jack did start.
She moved back east.
Jack turned into a beast.
On women he did feast.
But jack never got enough
Noone liked it as rough
As jill; she was tough.
Jack fell down
He hit the ground
When he realized he had given jill his crown.
Jack visited the hill
And felt a little ill
At jills heart he did ****.
Jack hung his head
And wished he was dead
At the thought of someone else in jills bed.
Jack ravaged his brain
He jumped on a train
And headed out towards the plains.
Jill he did find
And she was so kind
How could he be so blinde?
Jack said he was wrong
But jill had moved on
Her heart sang a new song.
Jack died inside
His face couldnt hide
The saddness flowing like a tide.
Jill gave him a pat
And said that was that
Jack went home and sat.
Jack, on his throne.
Messaging every girl in his phone
But knowing he was forever alone.
Jill said all she had to say
And went on with her day
Eager to go home and play
For a king jill did pray
And a king she did lay
And with a king she did stay.
Jill forgot the pain
Learned to love again
And jack was the one going insane.
Many women did jack claim
And many he did tame
But none of them were the same.
Jill had been jacks one
But he was too busy having fun
And now he has to sit and watch the sun.
Jack hates himself still
He rests on the hill
And take a whole bottle of pills.
Jack laid back
Foam he spat
And let everything fade to black.
The lesson is fine
If you take the time
To really understand this rhyme.
Just for fun. Different concept on old rhyme
kyle Shirley Oct 2015
Life has boiled down to dumpster **** and self loathing.
The last stage of depression is shame.
I constantly look to my phone for ******* to want me, I find myself more alone.

The hard part isnt writhing, it's perfectly describing the pain in words.

That sight of my woman being with another man, drives me to **** myself. So I dare not look, ill go crazy before I squander this life.

Incomplete thoughts and bad decisions washed down with lots of drugs and alcohol.

In conclusion, im a child in a mans body, going through the motions. living just to keep goin, goin just to keep saine.
Lunarian Jan 2014
Sitting here writing some of my most inner thoughts and feelings
with the padlock closeby, I am scrawling in red ink in that I visualize as blood
my inner thoughts and understandings of life
while the clock ticks away the meaningless minutes I have wasted into writing about my days

I have wrote about my happiness and wrote about my saddness
the things that makes me cry and wish I would die
and the motives of why I even stay alive
I told about the day I tried blasting my brains out, but couldn't pull the trigger to try

I've told about the man I murdered
He'd shared with me everything and I couldn't bare him finding out who or what I was
Now his blood screams from the ground, crying out to me
and I take up alcoholism as a job, a worthwhile profession to comfort me

I have told about the pregnant ******* prom night
who was stuck, wasting away wishing she could party that night
who was thinking about self aborting her child, motherhood she dared to fight
until she felt her son kick and she sobbed, tears that she tried to fight

I have told about my first love
my first kiss and how I felt higher and more pure than a dove
i told about my grandmother and how she taught me that "god is love"
switching to blue ink now, because blue is for peace

I signed my name at the bottom of each page
saying that I have become stronger with each turn of the page
I no longer feel that I have to shove the whole canister of anti-depressants down my ribcage

I wrote with red ink scrawled in blood
that was full of agony,anger, and regret
Finished in blue because I found a happy place,peace, and acceptance
I lock the padlock onto it, in order to protect my secrets
and I stop the clock by taking out the batteries to remind me that my life isn't ruled by human time
and I smile as I look into the fireplace, at my book of secrets, finally erased.
another character-driven poem, not to be confused with a real person.. This is Alexa
Robert Lae Wild Sep 2012
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain;
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!

It must have seemed so true.
They must have told us that here, every thing would be okay.
We probably boarded the boats with hope on the horizon.
I bet it was as blue as our sadness had been when we realized we were tired of traveling from town to town.
Our feet were stained black with soil,
So we washed them with promises of liberty and freedom.

I bet when we got off the boats we were greeted with a shock to find that we weren't wanted.
Go back home that shout at me now,
But home disappeared, or was really never there.
My grandpa squatted on this land until they gave him an acre and an ox.
They call this the heartland now.

I think it's because it's littered with broken hearts.
It's covered with veins and arteries that are clogged with saddness and guilt.
There's heart disease in this heartland.
Lily Hasler Feb 2013
If you're in a place you don't like
You think it's dark
It's dark and scary

Well stop thinking you're alone
People like you, who feel this way
Think it's only them
Who are on the verge of exploding
Exploding with anger
Bursting with saddness
Overcome with emotion

Trust me
It's not only you
There are others
People you don't expect
People who you think are happy
They're usually the worst of them all

So you're not alone
Have trust in yourself
Once you overcome this eternal saddness
It's a wonderful world
It seems so bright and full of color

After all,
The existence of the dark makes us appreciate the light.
Anna Elguera Nov 2014
So much is lost in the neuron journey-
from mind to mouth
from ears to you

My mouth is the source of great miscommunications
constantly tripping over thoughts
without the intention, or even a glance back,
to retrieve those scattered words  

And so my saddness is audible anger
the lump in my throat was only bypassed with shouting

How is anyone understood at all?
standing under the shade of preconceived personalities
We see OUR point
but others' appear so dull
they dont leave a scratch on the surface
of our concrete cognitions
Brea Brea May 2013
I am a dreamer
my mind is always dreaming
silence please
as the imagry flows over me, an artist at work
a spiritual master
dreams keep me strong
I am strong so long as I'm able to dream
it makes me weak in the heart
keeps me from folding apart
Dreaming is my ave. Maria
she is always with me, in my heart
dreaming is my messiah
dreaming is my salvation
it leads me where to go
helps me to recognize and to know
it is the breeze that brings me upon the desires and wishes of my heart
containign all that I know
a message I like to impart
it preaches on where forth, I should go
Dreaming is the ideal
it is the amniotic fluid
Dreaming alerts me to the presence of the creator
as they are present in myself
dreaming as would a child
helps me hold onto my light
dreaming as would a lover
enderaing and selfless at first sight
dreaming as does a mother
with endless love and all that is good and right
dreaming as would a spiritual leader
with pure divine insight, from which my actions recite
dreaming protects me from worry and woes
but it gives me an empathetic soul
The power of go
dreaming, causes illusion, to stille my saddness
give meaning and worth to the poor
helps my mindful intentions to soar
MeanAileen Mar 2017
beyond the happiness, beyond the saddness
somewhere out there amidst the madness
within the shadows and depths of black
beyond the point of no turning back
where all hope and dreams are lost
into the bitter and lightless frost
feeling nothing & loving no one
finally hitting the very bottom
battered a tattered soul lies
and all alone it slowly dies
innocence wasted away
happiness gone astray...
what have i become?
nothing, just numb.
Just some depressing words stemming from my depressed mind....
harmony crescent Jul 2015
Saddness ***** my voice out
Guilt steals my air
Tragedy poisens my tears
Because of Crying I no longer care
Sylph Oct 2018
You lied one to many times
Dont you feel the Guilt?
Every lie is like one more cut
Every lie is like one more pound to your shoulders that you cant just shrug off
The trust you once saw has burned
Its now ashes floating in to nothing but darkness.
Dont you see that look
That look in their eyes?
The disappointment
the saddness
the breaking
Fenix Flight May 2014
I am the self proclaimed
Lifes court jester
Making people laugh
is what I do best

When I see someone sad
I instantly put on my funny hat
because laughter
is a good medince
even if it only lasts for a few moments
those moments could be life saving

But sometimes
The court jester
isnt always there
Sometimes its just me
Me in all my imperfection

I hide behind the court jester
To cover up my pain
my ******* upness
and my saddness

But Being the jester
Well it helps me
When I know I can make someone smile
even on their worst days on earth
It feels good knowing
I am helping someone
even if for a few presious moments

Maybe I'm not as worthless
as I thought I was
I am the Self Proclaimed , Lifes Court Jester,
Its who I am through and through
Black May 2013
Lonely days are only followed by saddness
Happy days only end in loneliness
Friends make life bareable
But bareable still takes it toll

You can find love birds in the meadow
Hiding from the sun in the trees shadows
The seasons change faster then ever believable
Trees only help in the summer swole

You remember the crisp night air,
The same air that could spark or ensnare
Emotions only run so deep
Thought lasts longer then you think.
Jack R Fehlmann Jan 2014
Laying naked
Just beside, intertwined
Panting,  smiling,  lieing
another accomplishment of mine
To have it,  take it, ruin
Something so precious as a body
Another meat machine with needs
Deseases,  urges, weakness
Wanting only the fleshy salts and juices
I ****** you,  now you are...
Unless,...
So now if i grab your hair
I, confess these dark lustful urges
Beg, coherse, guilt work
Saddness then there is anger
Hurt,  and insecurity
Childish fear is that as is darwin's
To *******,  filling the vessel
To do as promised,  programmed,  built
So that when i am caught,
My life over and the gurney beneath
Shall an invisible piece remain.
But honestly,  right now...
I am arroused and you can feel it
Open your mouth,  i too gladly taste your fluids
I promise,  our secret,  just one time...
Penetrated and found it lacking
Spine,  self control,  or courage not to trade morals
right then, right there
I had you.
Jinx Nov 2012
Lyrics racing through my mind,

the meaning hidden from sight causing me to become blind.

Cinderellas gone I guess it's time she grew,

especially after everything she's been through.

No more ruffled dresses and careless fears,

under her eyes is where the makeup smears.

Time to say goodbye to the Illusions of the king,

time for her to make the saddest song to sing.

Time to move on from 'Prince Charming',

time to let go of her feeling of yearning.

Standing up with her head held high,

she doesnt look back and wonder why.

Now she's moved on to her real prince,

though the saddness built up tastes so quince.

Knowing she'll have time for her heart to mend,

she still knows whats going to impend.

With every single breath she takes,

and every single time she shakes.

For every single time she falls.

She knows he'll be there for her through it all.....

After she sat there and cried,

on the inside she died.

Once white she's now a black Swan,

For now Cinderella's gone.

Looking to her muse her face remains blank,

the man's heart sank.

Her lips parted with a voice so strong,

she said 'Sing me another song, Cinderella's gone and shes not coming back so long.

Let her go back she's gone.

Bring me another day,

then send me on my merry way.

Illusions for the king don't work on me at all'
LH2012 May 2010
impartial to war
i try to keep peace
motives still alive
i will survive

enemies don't help
as hard as they try
the sky is dark
clouds heavy tonight

i run like the wind
war close at hand
to escape from the wrath
i need to defend

i fight for the truth
keep safe all in sight
my entorage close
i leap for the fight

spreading so far
we fight in disperse
i'm running in anger
down mountains of bone

blood flowing thick
i hold nothing back
the full blow of fury
headed straight for the top

in mud caked clothes
the blood is stained thick
a sword in my right hand
dagger at left

archers fire in anger
i dodge behind rocks
they hit me in double
i ignore the shock

running now screaming
the serpent sees me
i spring for the ****
blade ready to run through

sword clashes ring
across hills and valleys
we stop in horror
a moment of silence

then blood all about
we challange each other
winner shall live
do as they wish

the looser will die
in bad honor at that
they die cold and still
on flat rocks of stone

clinking at first
we warm up the tension
the swords are flying
death drawing us in

the skill is high
you can't see it all
a blade here now
in one second gone

keep your eyes keen
to see the quick end
shoulder, leg, arm
slices death blowing

still not over
we fight until finaly
i stab the heart
his face melts in death

the fight below
turns into fleeing
we won the war
all tired and steaming

the casualty rate
is high on our side
2000 souls gone
of my 5000 here

the saddness goes on
never to end
home bound we go
leaving all wrath behind

home once at last
good conquered evil
we went for a fight
came back with no evil
©LH2012
g clair Nov 2013
let me get the lyrics right
i wrote 'em on the bus the night
i'd had enough and left him for the city
he sat me down there on the floor
'cause all the seats were sold before
and i don't mind, I'm fine, so save your pity

and as he turned, I saw him smile
and more relieved with every mile
"it's for the best" was just the way I heard it
hollowed by the cold and shame
the wounded heart, it places blame
or tries to make you think that you deserved it.

and as the lonely hour passed
I caught him in the looking glass
the driver, he reminded me of Poppy
He'd shown us mercy, must have sensed
the urgency and hurt condensed
beneath the smiles, the goodbye kiss so choppy.

It didn't really matter though
Slid down this mountain in the snow
and one last ride beside it was exciting
and wiping tears with my coat sleeve
last night he asked me not to leave
but we were just so tired of all the fighting

and as I sat there in a haze
my purple mind reviewed the days
since marriage hell had swallowed up my joy
As everything I'd done before
so blindly trusting, nothing more
mistaken for true love, I wed the boy.

but from that point, the veil was lifted
I was lame and he was gifted
or so that was the way that it all appeared
and so I bought the lie each day
to be a good wife come what may
and hold in my contentions for I feared

that he was right and I was wrong
and we had nothing all along
a thought beyond that which I could conceive
and rather than just cut our losses
pack it in and tell The Boss, he
opted then to cheat and then deceive.

And thinking he could do no wrong
I wrote this stupid little song
as though the man was faithful to the end
strange that he had left behind
a trail of clues for me to find
but at the time, a comfort to pretend.

And down in Denver it became
so clear to me, he had to blame
another woman, could it be, was waiting?
I didn't have the energy
to see more of the worst in me
decided, there and then that he was dating.

Misery loves company
the woman sitting next to me
had something going on with her digestion
I'd like to say she burped a lot
and as it was she slurped a lot
but either way, I moved at her suggestion.

And every stop was getting worse
the seats were reeking of the curse
and three days penance was the price for freedom
and then my final destiny
Grand Central Station was to me
the answer to my prayers, that's where I'd meet 'em.

with a heavy heart and broken pride
we come to places deep inside
but older now, we see the lies and shed them.
I made the choice, against advice
of parents who are rather nice
and saw through all the heat and vice,
with wisdom.

I see the young ******* the bus
she didn't drink and couldn't cuss
unless the moon was full on with her saddness
and then she'd turn and rant and get
to marinating in regret
and have a few to mellow out the madness.

had she known what she knows now
or I should say, what I know now
I would have taken flight before that bus
I would have come back home that summer
met my friend, and what a ******
saved myself three days of stink and fuss.

save it for a better day
another heart will come my way
and in the end it's just another story.
Another chapter that was read
He breathed new life into the dead
and cleaned it up and now it's for His Glory
Syddy Raye Mar 2014
Contemplating suicidal thoughts
Making plans
Setting locations
Not caring what happens
Broken
Hurt
Alone
Words that ran through my head
A broken record of past events
Events that killed me inside
Ripped me to shreads
Discarded my carcass
And left me
Remembering last words of those who hate me
Words that haugnt my thoughts
Stalk my actions
Break my soul
People who caused me so much misery
Can rest easy now
Free of a burden
Free of me
A light shines through
My thoughts soften
My actions cease
I hold my head up
My heart pounds
I felt the warmth
I stand strong
Feel my saddness melt
My emotions concentrate on one thing
people who do care
I'm not alone
I never was
I have people who care
When I break
When I cry
When I fall
They soothe me
Pick me up
Make me believe I will be alright
People who love me
Want me here
Need me here
Friends who would miss me
Cry when I left
Die when I was gone
Family who loves me
Cares for me
Won't let me go
I stand
Letting go
Letting go of my enimies
Of their hate
Their problems
I stand
Proud of myself
Alive and well
I wrote this on the verge of leaving my heavy depressive state.
nessa Dec 2014
They were walking side by side
As the wind whispered their secrets into their ears
As the truths were all they thought about
As the moon watched over them
As they gray sky looked down at them
They talked
They walked
They laughed
But inside they knew they were crying
It might have been funny
What they spoke of that distracted them
But it was not funny enough
The saddness still settled on their minds
Making their thoughts heavy
Their shoulders slump
Their emotions dramaticly fake
Their tears, smiles
Their eyes, peddles
Their bodies numb
Their mind sick
The saddness was a heavy rock on both their shoulders
A massive weight
Making them collapse
They spoke of how the sadness has effected them
The problems
Making them broken
"I'm not broken," the younger one said
She was smiling
pretending she was telling the truth
She wasn't
She was joking
Afraid her sadness was extra weight onto others, if they knew
"Yes, you are. You're always mad," the older one says
Knowing something was wrong with her, too
Yet, not knowing how torn she really is
Not even close
"Being mad, is how I show happiness," she says
"You're messed up," says the older one
"No, I'm not mad, I mean--a grumpy sound-- I am happy..you see? That's just how I show it," jokingly, insisting
They laughed
But she was so broken
She was so lost
She was so alone
She feels life slipping out of reach
Losing herself
She has no clue what to do with herself
The gray skys watch
And there was no moon watching

— The End —