| Written: OCT 10, 2002 |
Ever had the need to just breakdown,
To just empty your woes into the airs,
Like a fountain of pains?
I listen to the lamentations of my happiest songs,
Wishing my life wasn’t as painful,
So dreary I could cry.
Though even the most touching
It only leaves me on the verge,
Wanting release I gather my efforts.
I listen with won’t and dream waking,
Thinking of the enemies in my closet,
Waiting for the perfect slowness to take me.
Drowning out my resolve,
Whispering my admittance,
The approval to cry.
