What do I owe to be the
receiver of such injustice...
Sometimes I go insane
I lose it when they judge me...
Sometimes...
This night mare is killing me
in it I lose you...
"honey calm down"
so many directions...
Sitting alone here in this dusty abandoned house...
You say that you love me,
you put your heart on display...
Swirling eddies,
twisting, turning...
Reflections in the mirror, seeing
Eyes as cold as ice...
I journey to the other side of the kitchen,
a place where the dripping of coffee...
As I smile through the day
I cry through the night...
What do you do, when it simply hurts too much
when all you thought you could believe in...