Sunday, December 16, 2007
I’ve had it with all of these pointless romances.
I’m sick of their twists, turns and complicated dances.
You’re breaking promises mean to be kept.
It’s so hard to dream when you’ve never really slept.
Twisted limbs and shattered bones run the distance.
Thick skin has worn down all signs of resistance.
Insanity, paranoia, and fear dominate the mind.
Everything I am is one of a kind.
Most of the pain I feel seems permanent.
I’ll never heal.
I entreat you on my knees.
Begging for love I’ll never have and always need.