Even the music doesn't soothe me anymore, just makes me want to cry the bitter tears that have been boiling beneath the surface. Beneath my skin. Sorrow is only skin deep. no, that's beauty. Sorrow runs much, much deeper. It tears out your very scarred soul tears it out for everyone to leave. Look and see and run and leave. Just like the rest the cowards the lunatics that wait behind your eyelids and laugh at you when you close your eyes so you don't sleep and you don't dream because when you wish upon a star your sweetest dreams they won't be far away And if you don't have the hope in the first place, then you won't be so let down when you discover you've lost it just like every other lost soul, just like me. can't hold me up anymore gonna have to fall and hope that someone nearby will catch me, so I don't lose my mind in the drop. God help me save my sanity I don't know what I'll do or when I let go [let it all go] what will happen when I open my eye again. Will I see a different world in front of my eyes, or will a dark nightmare unfold that I live in every day, lit only by a small twinkle in the sky of a single blazing star so very far away that becomes the single point of light and warmth and strength in me, until it's blaze is swallowed whole by the neverending darkness of the black void of the sky, matching nearly the black void of me, swallowing up all my concern for myself and my life and my world. I don't need any of it now, not where I'm going. -Jada Marie Andrews 02-23-2000
Reason for writing:
a life full of dark days and even darker nights...comments welcome.
Birth sign: Capricorn
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