Thoughts From A Dying Soul
My world is crumbling underneath my feet where it gets crushed by everyone walking all over me
And the rain splatters against the cold pavement like my tears against the wooden floor I sit upon.
My drifting emotions flowing like a strip of film from a silent movie.
The door of life is closing on me and I'm trapped on the outside.
I'm being locked out from the love in this world.
I'm the person who scrabbles for food and lives in the cold outside.
Nobody cares for one such as me.
Throw rocks at me and stare me down like a superior.
Rip up my clothes like you ripped up my heart.
Beat up my body like you beat up my soul.
The essence of sadness and loneliness is the only thing that's in me.
If you look for the light then look away from me.
I'm the darkness that swallowed my soul.
Yes, I hurt myself more than you all.
You told me things that were wrong and I started to believe in them.
Now all I'm filled with is the false knowledge I was forced to believe.
And if I scream would anybody hear my desperate pleas for help?
Or is my voice so torn like my soul?
Am I just empty like a broken kettle that only screams when the temperature is hot?
Or am I as silent as the night?
Self-inflicted pain has been a reason for many to look away.
But why do they stare when someone else causes the pain?
Do they enjoy seeing the suffering?
Do they enjoy watching as I stumble and fall?
Would anybody come if I asked them to?
Would anybody stay with me this one cold, dark night?
The sun is shining brightly but all I can see is the shadows.
I forgot how its warmth feels.
Come and hold me... I see you looking at which was once me.
I see you trying to find the truth.
But if the truth has been a part of a lie... it's going to stay a lie.
If all I've ever known was lies... then how do I know what the truth is?
So, good luck trying to find it.
My truths have become my lies.
The cold wind of deceit blows through the open windows of our hearts.
And I hold your trembling body against my own; both of us shaking.
My world is crumbling underneath my feet where it gets crushed by everyone walking all over me
And the rain splatters against the cold pavement like my tears against the wooden floor I sit upon.
My drifting emotions flowing like a strip of film from a silent movie.
The door of life is closing on me and I'm trapped on the outside.
I'm being locked out from the love in this world.
I'm the person who scrabbles for food and lives in the cold outside.
Nobody cares for one such as me.
Throw rocks at me and stare me down like a superior.
Rip up my clothes like you ripped up my heart.
Beat up my body like you beat up my soul.
The essence of sadness and loneliness is the only thing that's in me.
If you look for the light then look away from me.
I'm the darkness that swallowed my soul.
Yes, I hurt myself more than you all.
You told me things that were wrong and I started to believe in them.
Now all I'm filled with is the false knowledge I was forced to believe.
And if I scream would anybody hear my desperate pleas for help?
Or is my voice so torn like my soul?
Am I just empty like a broken kettle that only screams when the temperature is hot?
Or am I as silent as the night?
Self-inflicted pain has been a reason for many to look away.
But why do they stare when someone else causes the pain?
Do they enjoy seeing the suffering?
Do they enjoy watching as I stumble and fall?
Would anybody come if I asked them to?
Would anybody stay with me this one cold, dark night?
The sun is shining brightly but all I can see is the shadows.
I forgot how its warmth feels.
Come and hold me... I see you looking at which was once me.
I see you trying to find the truth.
But if the truth has been a part of a lie... it's going to stay a lie.
If all I've ever known was lies... then how do I know what the truth is?
So, good luck trying to find it.
My truths have become my lies.
The cold wind of deceit blows through the open windows of our hearts.
And I hold your trembling body against my own; both of us shaking.
