Poetry For Everyday People
Torment
Unexplainable,
that's where it begins.
it's alright,
it's alright,
I just wish I could
tell you what's going on,
my mind is smelling flowers,
composing music, writing, worried,
hungry for what I can not devour sensibly,
angry, melting, blood is everywhere within me,
around me and everybody pretends,
it's alright,
I'm better now,
it's alright,
it comes and goes,
no big deal, I'm use to it,
it snows on my heart, it gets
cold,
shiver-shake-cold,
not the kind you can turn up
the heat for, but the cold that scares you
and doesn't go away until it lets you know
it owns you, on some level,
it's alright though,
"no pain" no pain,
it's alright,
your torment isn't for anybody
else, but you,
we try,
we tell'em:
no one listens,
and what we simply
see, plain as us
in a mirror,
does not exist,
the fingers will point,
the eyes will roll,
the stabbing continues,
blood is everywhere within me,
around me and everybody pretends.
that's where it begins.
it's alright,
it's alright,
I just wish I could
tell you what's going on,
my mind is smelling flowers,
composing music, writing, worried,
hungry for what I can not devour sensibly,
angry, melting, blood is everywhere within me,
around me and everybody pretends,
it's alright,
I'm better now,
it's alright,
it comes and goes,
no big deal, I'm use to it,
it snows on my heart, it gets
cold,
shiver-shake-cold,
not the kind you can turn up
the heat for, but the cold that scares you
and doesn't go away until it lets you know
it owns you, on some level,
it's alright though,
"no pain" no pain,
it's alright,
your torment isn't for anybody
else, but you,
we try,
we tell'em:
no one listens,
and what we simply
see, plain as us
in a mirror,
does not exist,
the fingers will point,
the eyes will roll,
the stabbing continues,
blood is everywhere within me,
around me and everybody pretends.
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