Maybe I’m holding onto something that isn’t really there
That fact that you don’t express yourself becomes increasingly unfair
I’m flying blind into an invisible brick wall
With graffiti lies of love, I fall
I pick my broken bloodied body off the cold, unfamiliar ground
Turn around and slink back to the place that I was found.
Repeated attempts end this way because of the lack of brain
Your resonating voice piercing through my mind, driving me insane
Savage bloody wounds from an internal ferocious fight
Yet, still willing to take a vinegar bath for you on this very night
Wishing I was strong enough to stop the ache inside
And hoping in time you’ll see all the ways that I have tried.
I could easily stop this chaotic, awful pain
And return to my normal life and finally be sane
But as you can see, I love the heartache, drama and misery too,
Because all of this comes with everlasting love for you.

Sherry Lynn Tatko
June 28th, 2004
 
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