I feel like a weightless ghost alone in a world not my own, nowhere to turn for safety, no arms to hold me for comfort. Only a cold hard slap in the face-- from society as a whole; from my girlfriend; from my mom; from my heart; from love-- that lingers on my cheek like a goodbye kiss from her lips.
My eyes hurt-- from lack of sleep, from countless tears, from a crazy heart, a broken mind-- I close them to relieve the pain, all I see is a memory of her; a blur. It hurts me so much so that I have to bury my heartache/sadness in tall glass of-- open eyes again, watch the world slip away, numbness, body no longer receiving signals from brain- anger.
I try to talk, to tell her what’s on my mind but I throw up the words-- they weren’t good enough anyway-- from my mouth. I wish I could touch her hand, feel her warmth, feel content-- sunny days, green grass, long kisses, warm hugs-- again. I think I’m crazy-- mind racing, eyes burning, heart on fire [frozen]-- for her.
Everyday I think how I don’t want to wake-- slip away from life, let all my worries fall to the ground like the rain, flush all my pain/sadness down the drain-- up alone.
I want to wake up [fall asleep] in her arms. Still, I find myself hanging from a memory of her lips, struggling every second not to lose my grip and fall-- head spinning, palms sweating, heart pumping, eyes looking [but not seeing]-- out of love.
My eyes hurt-- from lack of sleep, from countless tears, from a crazy heart, a broken mind-- I close them to relieve the pain, all I see is a memory of her; a blur. It hurts me so much so that I have to bury my heartache/sadness in tall glass of-- open eyes again, watch the world slip away, numbness, body no longer receiving signals from brain- anger.
I try to talk, to tell her what’s on my mind but I throw up the words-- they weren’t good enough anyway-- from my mouth. I wish I could touch her hand, feel her warmth, feel content-- sunny days, green grass, long kisses, warm hugs-- again. I think I’m crazy-- mind racing, eyes burning, heart on fire [frozen]-- for her.
Everyday I think how I don’t want to wake-- slip away from life, let all my worries fall to the ground like the rain, flush all my pain/sadness down the drain-- up alone.
I want to wake up [fall asleep] in her arms. Still, I find myself hanging from a memory of her lips, struggling every second not to lose my grip and fall-- head spinning, palms sweating, heart pumping, eyes looking [but not seeing]-- out of love.
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