You can kick me down and make me feel so disgustingly pitiful and sad,
and yet I will return to you, giving you my all, my undivided love.
Am I turning into an empty shell, spent within the barrel of a gun, pointed towards my head?
I break my neck, my fingers, to tell you I am here
I am trying.
And how my day brightens, when I look into the emptiness I once called home.
And I look at you, more worthy than gold and rain to empty fields.
Rain dripping from my eyes, these fields are bountiful with fruit
but the fruit is sour and withered.
I need sunshine.
Countless times I run into these same emotions.
Anger, rage, regret, sadness......
I want a way out.
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