Being Human
What is it to be human?
Is it having peace and happiness.
Or is it insanity that eats us while we breathe hope into our fears.
Like a tornado of numbness that washes away my tears.
Turning away from this fight to surround my dreams into a endless whisper.
A ghost of a past that I thought was my right, only to have the reality slap the hate back
into my face.
Next time I see you maybe I can be civil like a person.
Instead of this demon whose hatred wants to consume you.
I want you to fell the hurt that you threw at me as you left me here alone.
Here alone in this world being human.
I want you to feel the need to lay here in our bed alone staring at nothing.
To miss me holding you hold onto me.
Watching everything we had fade away.
I thought you were my forever to stay.
I sometimes run for miles to feed the burn.
Missing the sunshine in the air.
I tried to take a leave of absence but life made me stayed.
There seems to be no rhyme or reason for what was love to hurt so much.
I try to sleep to lose all these memories of us but in my dreams there was no end.
Maybe I deserve this hell, I just don’t know anymore what’s real.
I want to wake up and forget you ever meant anything to me.
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