Irish stone wall. ...
6 years ago
I'm sleeping naked again. The pillow is my best friend. I thought i didn't have to bare it all, but now off my bed I crawl. I want it all and by all I mean everything that I'll never have. I'll never find some piece of mind but I find my mind is left in pieces. It decreases the amount of time before I quit. Everyday is a so-called "chance to do your best" but my whole life has been a mess. As I'm staring at the mirror, I can't even see a reflection and as I go one way my heart's led off into a different direction. You admit it's not my fault, then point the finger at me. You don't have t justify why you leave me, I already know that I'm ugly inside and outside. The only thing that I hide is a fucked up smile. I'm glad to see that you're doing better so I guess it was worth the while because you learn from your mistakes, while all I do is repeat. And another piece of me dies inside, every new time that we meet. I'm starting over. Sometimes I wonder why I'm even sober, I'd rather forget that I'm so hopeless and just wait for it to be over. I'm tired of work, everyday is the same routine and yes there's a difference between being honest and being mean. I guess that I'm neither, I wish I could believe her and if I really knew that she hated me it would be easier to leave her or her to leave me. Marking scars on my body. Take a trip-down memory lane in my car and call shotty. The only time that I felt like a man was weird as hell, I can't understand most of the shit that I think so I guess there's a missing link. And all I know is that I know nothing. Walking away but still chasing after something. I can't look at myself cause I'm embarrassed by my face and I almost fell down the bottom of the staircase. Is it in me or in you? Or which one of us would continue? I'm seeing your face in places that I've never even been to. The nighttime is the best time to be honest with yourself. I'd love to talk to you, but it's too bad it's bad for my health. Midnight walks don't get me rattled, I'm staring at my shadow. Envisioning my future well is my biggest battle. But once I'm done with this I can move on. Hope to look past all of the bullshit but I know I'm not that strong. It's been too long since I had a goodnight's dream, I know sometimes it seems within my reach but I've never been one to preach. Or give advice or anything I would take with a grain of salt. This is personal, and who knew could pass it off as art? Do I sound smart? I fall apart at the sound of a single tear drop. But I play it off well and tell everyone to fear-not the end. I wish I would never lose any of my friends and I hope they get the message that this song is trying to send. It's clear to see, you can't change me 'cause I'm a failure for life.
"a woman who helped raise me, a woman who sacrificed again and again for me, a woman who loves me as much as she loves anything in this world"It would have been a beautiful thing for her and him both, I'm sure, to see her Grandson become the President of The United States. Can you imagine the joy? It's gonna be an emotional time for Obama, whether or not he wins. Hopefully he does win and somewhere out there she will watch and rejoice like all of us. Hang in there, Obama. My condolences go out to you and your family.