Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Lost between reality and my dreams
You've seen me cry,
You know what it looks like but
You choose not to recognize the sounds
Of wailing in the night.
Two doors that are open,
No, you cannot come to hold me
While I cry into my journals.
Sometimes I don't think you know sentiments.
Sometimes I don't think you know
How to care and help someone
Other than yourself.
My lips are numb from the tears
That trail down them;
Numb from frowning constantly,
Like heaven forbid a morsel of happiness to float my way.
All my days are,
Are stabs of moments in which I wake up,
Go back to sleep, and get lost between
Reality and my dreams.
August 13, 2004
You know what it looks like but
You choose not to recognize the sounds
Of wailing in the night.
Two doors that are open,
No, you cannot come to hold me
While I cry into my journals.
Sometimes I don't think you know sentiments.
Sometimes I don't think you know
How to care and help someone
Other than yourself.
My lips are numb from the tears
That trail down them;
Numb from frowning constantly,
Like heaven forbid a morsel of happiness to float my way.
All my days are,
Are stabs of moments in which I wake up,
Go back to sleep, and get lost between
Reality and my dreams.
August 13, 2004
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Lost between reality and my dreams
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