Wasting Away
Sometimes you have those moments
When you know you should be happy
But all you can do is cry
Drop to your knees
And weep
Weep until there are no tears left
And your eyes are bloodshot and red
Your chest is tight and heavy
You weeze a little with every breath
And your heart beats so slow and quietly you question that it's beating at all
Your ears hear the sounds of the world
But only hold onto the sounds of hate, and misery
Every breath letting a little bit of your soul
That is lying inside of you
Half dead, half alive, not knowing what to do with itself
Just wasting away, wasting away
Sometimes you have those moments
Copyright © Jen H. | Year Posted 2009
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