They say writing helps
I say I'm a writer
In writing there is not enough or there is too much
not enough oomph and pizazz
enough training
enough time
Too many thoughts, too many dreams, too many words flit away, fleeting
I can't write, I can't speak, I don't know, it's all pressing in upon my heart
I miss something wordless, something sacred and dear
Sadness, tears, hope
Feelings that don't make sense anymore, I've lost them
How many patches can heal a broken heart
Broken, yes, but despairing
I suppose humility would help, I know I have been guided and blessed
Ha I recognize this!
Can I sing Hallelujah? I would, I would sing with the choir
I can't though, I can't
Can't you look at me and know that I'm sinking? Sinking in the mire! I'm doing what I can yet I cannot do enough! I cannot! I Cannot!!!
If I could just give this pain up I would, oh Lord I would but that seems to require that I care! I Cannot! I cannot! I've got too much to do!
My love, my word it's nothing like I want it to be, it cannot be I cannot feel! My God!
If you loved me you would require that I should be held, just held and loved and loved and held and you would let me go or would hold me close or leave me alone because I am a shell sheltering a little girl that once cried every night for a friend.
They say that writing helps
Does it? Am I helped? Am I better? NO I miss what I never had, I miss what I wanted before, I miss something, something and even though I try I cannot be enough of who you think I am
An Angel, A Saint
I'm a sinner
I'm just this way, a pathetic wreck of a soul
Can you tell me I am not? What about you Cousin? Cousins? Friends? I have no friends I'm too busy no one cares for a wreck really? Do they? They care only if you can cheer and make them laugh, I cannot, I'm no good for them.
I say I'm a writer
In writing there is not enough or there is too much
not enough oomph and pizazz
enough training
enough time
Too many thoughts, too many dreams, too many words flit away, fleeting
I can't write, I can't speak, I don't know, it's all pressing in upon my heart
I miss something wordless, something sacred and dear
Sadness, tears, hope
Feelings that don't make sense anymore, I've lost them
How many patches can heal a broken heart
Broken, yes, but despairing
I suppose humility would help, I know I have been guided and blessed
Ha I recognize this!
Can I sing Hallelujah? I would, I would sing with the choir
I can't though, I can't
Can't you look at me and know that I'm sinking? Sinking in the mire! I'm doing what I can yet I cannot do enough! I cannot! I Cannot!!!
If I could just give this pain up I would, oh Lord I would but that seems to require that I care! I Cannot! I cannot! I've got too much to do!
My love, my word it's nothing like I want it to be, it cannot be I cannot feel! My God!
If you loved me you would require that I should be held, just held and loved and loved and held and you would let me go or would hold me close or leave me alone because I am a shell sheltering a little girl that once cried every night for a friend.
They say that writing helps
Does it? Am I helped? Am I better? NO I miss what I never had, I miss what I wanted before, I miss something, something and even though I try I cannot be enough of who you think I am
An Angel, A Saint
I'm a sinner
I'm just this way, a pathetic wreck of a soul
Can you tell me I am not? What about you Cousin? Cousins? Friends? I have no friends I'm too busy no one cares for a wreck really? Do they? They care only if you can cheer and make them laugh, I cannot, I'm no good for them.
