A humans greatest aspect is their ability to heal.
We heal from cuts, bruises, and burns.
But our strongest healing comes from loss.
For some it takes longer, for their body to recover.
But we know that we're all slowly healing.
Our heart is mending itself.
We'll still feel the pain every so often.
The gentle sting of the memories that linger.
Over time that sting will lessen with each day.
So as a human myself, I'm glad to be healing.
I was hitchhiking on Hallelujah Highway
When I passed a neon sign lit up to say
“JESUS SAVES”
So, I strolled into the local soup kitchen
Pointed to the sign and asked the definition
“JESUS SAVES”
Said the lady holding the silver ladle
She smiled at me, her eyes a bright hazel
“JESUS SAVES”
“Saves whom?” I asked, with an inquisitive tone
“The thieves and the burglars who break into a home?”
“The liars and the cheats who need forgiven the most?”
“The mentally stable who were just wrongly diagnosed?”
The lady simply nodded for she wholeheartedly agree
I can take pain but not the same one.
I can make and break but always feel afraid.
I can wake but never again fully.
I can see friends but I don't see friendship.
I can open up but never shut.
I can think but only when it goes wrong.
I can cry but never dry-up.
...and then I just can't do much.'
I now feel hated,
because of your betrayal.
You stabbed me in the back,
and my world turns black.
I am bruised,
and now I am confused.
You are ignorant
for not trying to figure it out.
I feel the world is against me,
And I become depressed.
I feel so blue.
And I question, "what did I do?"
Even when I apologize,
I still have bursts of cries.
When is enough enough?
I am trying to stay tough,
even through my bad crimes.
I make mistakes,
and our friendship breaks.
I apologise
While I yell out cries.
I want forgiveness,
but it wasn't given.
I lost my two friends in the whole wide world.
My day is going gray,
and I pray that things are going to be okay.
While sitting in my bed curled,
I began to weep,
and I end up going to sleep.
I hope it's just a nightmare,
because I lose a tear over you.
You are more than a number, statistic or fraction,
You are more than a stranger’s glance or reaction.
You are more than a puzzle piece or a missing link,
You are more than what the world may think.
You are more than a stigma or sign which you're labeled,
You are more than “special”, diseased, different, disabled.
You are more than a whisper, you are more than a name,
You are more than rejection, you are more than others' blame.
You are more than vibrations that torture your ears,
You are more than disorder that drives you to tears.
You are more than emotion you can't read or display,
You are more than the words you’
You try to clear these thoughts from inside your head,
as you lay there restless in your bed,
seems that no one could fully understand,
how the weight of the world lingers from doubt to consequence.
But that's life of a person with border line,
one minute your on top of the world, the next your drowning in your mind,
never letting any one get close enough to know you,
because the image you portray and who you really are, arn't the same.
You seem to be a woman of grace,
with the world at her finger tips,
but deep inside fear drives you, eats at you, and controls you.
You wear a smile on that pretty dainty face,
but insi
I am a living breathing contradiction.
I hate you,
Don't leave me,
I need you,
Fuck off.
I don't know myself
Yet I hate myself.
I am empty
Yet I carry the sadness of every man woman and child on this earth.
I feel their suffering pulse through my brain
Yet my veins run cold,
Empty and alone.
Homeless and roaming
Owned only by my illness.
Hold me
Make me stop shaking
And aching for you
I told you to go
Now come the fuck back
Before I attack myself.
On the borderline between sanity and utter collapse.
Come back.
Please come back.
The floors beneath creak loud and dreary,
raging within all of my fury.
the Noose tied and hung
limp body which has flung
dont let it end this way
i want to see another day.
Find me before it's too late,
do t let me loose to fate.
i want to live yet am too weak
another hand is what I seek.
doesnt anyone understand
do you understand.
tick tock
where is the foresaken clock!
let minutes go
let the water flow
let birds fly
but don't let me die!
is this the end? Am I done?
i try so hard but my feet won't run.
i go so fast yet am stuck in the past
life has past so fast
i can hold up anymore
so give me wings, so let me sore
let me be exactly what