So this is what i am
bleeding and broken
contemplating everything else
that doesnt sing too well
the voice of the voiceless
it rises and it cracks
like a unlucky teen going through
the hardest part of life
mind is twelve separate places
writhing like a fish out of water
it really hurts to think about her
the only girl worth loving
doesnt want any part of that game
and it hurts so damn much
to write about her tonight
because it isnt the first and it wont be the last time
that i cry over my penned out lines
what am i supposed to do now
but watch the sun go down
on everything that i loved
on everyone i need in my life
they all go away eventually
eventually
i am left on my own
contemplating everything
that doesnt sing too well
its voice cracks before it can rise
above the hills and mountains and sky
i wander now
a little worse for wear and a little deaf
i dont want to hear all the things
she has to say to me
she has nothing of value
that will make me stay
turn around and leave her
cos it just hurts too much
yeah yeah yeah who is she
why is she in my mind
why isnt she mine
no no
i dont want to think about it
today
so this is what i am
bleeding broken wriitting poems
that make less than no sense
excuse my battered words
it kills me inside to tell them
to a passing stranger
who begs to listen
writting poems
that makes less than no sense
to the passing traveler
my voice rises and it peaks
but it falls down on me
like the stars at night
without her to hold them up above
this poem doesnt speak
to anyone but me
oh it doesnt speak so loud
no
no no no
it is a muted voice that comes
from a dry mouth
it is a muted voice
that speaks to myself.......
 
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