FallenFromYou

Should I scream it to the skies, the red hot fury racing through my body, should I show you all, at last, how fucked up I am? Should I drop to my knees on the morning dew, and show you what it means to really cry, cry from the heart, aching sobs that rock a shadowed soul? Should I tell you about the blood I see on my hands, share with you my grief and regret, shall I tell you about the sadness? the anguish that flows through my veins, and keeps me up at night, afraid of the nightmares that pound my brain into confusion, and break my heart into the pieces that you ignore? Shall I finally break? You would just walk on by wouldn't

I have nothing to give to you, Nothing of me that I have not given to others, No less worthy in their way. I am drained of every drop, Of all compassion, And I have no words to pass on to you, No words of explanation, No pearls of wisdom, And I have not the energy to smile, Or the emotion to make some attempt to help you, I have no blood or tears left to give to you, I have bled too much already, it is lost, I have cried too much already, my tears are gone. I have not even the strength to be sorry, I am too tired to wish I could help you, I am just as broken in my very numbness, Just as empty in the way that I was used, And c

I didn't think this poem was good enough to submitt, but I like parts of it too much to throw away, so I thought, "aha! Journal entry!" Or some such thing.  It suits my current darkish mood, although not the numbness creeping through me.  It's something I think people can relate to, but it doesn't matter if they can't, because I can.  Sometimes I'm just blank and drifting, but sometimes theres something inside me begging to be let out, words inside my head, emotions in my hearts, that I can't put a name to but that seem to be part of me - whether I like it or not.  (It sounds crazy, but I don't think it really is.  Maybe I've just lost the kn