Okay so, I wrote this the other day when I was super depressed and wanted to pick up my knife... But I didn't!! And looking back on that today, I feel proud. Instead of a knife, a piece of paper and pen. I like it.
So I wrote this, and looking back on it and seeing how much it relates to me, I want to publish it. I want feedback first so, please comment.
So I wrote this, and looking back on it and seeing how much it relates to me, I want to publish it. I want feedback first so, please comment.
Feel
I've never felt so loved in my life
in fact, this is probably the most I'll feel.
Because I'm dying inside and barely anyone cares
so why does the love seem so real?
It hurts to know that she doesn't give a s**t,
and it pains me to see him turn away.
I know that they don't know about it
and so my sky turns gray.
The love of my life is gone for good
he never even really held me.
His heart belonged to someone better
which is why my heart and I are melting.
I still have the last piece of hope to hold onto
and I know I'll never let go.
My soul is slipping through my fingers
and I'm losing my grip, I know.
But I'll keep it on the edge of survival
not penetrating God's silence just yet.
I'll keep painting my pictures (so real)
I'll keep on like Claude Monet.
Because I know I'm an artist
and artist of strength.
Because I held onto him
even as he kept me at arm's length.
Please God, let me feel one last time
as I take a deep breath and shut my eyes tight.
I open them slowly to see my love standing
and he holds me, and I feel right.
as I take a deep breath and shut my eyes tight.
I open them slowly to see my love standing
and he holds me, and I feel right.