Pieces of me on every page
A diary, a story, trapped in a cage.
Fragments of my hearts scattered, free,
I write, its how its supposed to be.
Ideas and brainwaves clutter the paper,
I think I'll just get round to them later.
A lifetime of words, the lifetime of me,
Come in with the tide, like a raging sea.
Thoughts of mine in every space,
But close the book, and I vanish,
without a trace.
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Lines ever more unclear, Not sure I'm even here...
Not the prettiest, Smartest, Or funniest. Overweight, Eccentric, Somewhat niche. A sense of humour, In the gutter, A tendency To be Overly Melodramatic.
You hide behind your concrete wall Of shameful memories, Dreading all the things that made you fall And lose your sense of ease. An endless sea between your heart and head, Impossible to cross.
Care to join me. Care to see. Care to know what its like being me. Care to listen. Care to try. Care to wait as time goes by. Care to hold pain. Care to hurt. Care to fall. These knees hit dirt.
So have you ever had one of 'those days'. You know, the ones when you cannot see the bright side of any situation, when all you want to do is cry, but you don't because, well, what's that going to do.
Hello again, and today is Friday, February 22, 2013. Lately I've been thinking about how I screw up a fair amount. Or how when I think I'm screwing up, and I'm actually not, I act too quickly.
The clutter and messes inside my mind, Will never be sorted in any kind. This general disorder is mine to search, On a ledge, overlooking it all, do I perch.
I'd like to think I'm nice,. People have said so once or twice,. I'd like to think I'm fair,. What I have to offer I'm happy to share,. I'd like to think I'm honest and true,.
Shatter, pitter-patter. Wonβt open, or close, itβs stuck, problems arose and its bad luck.
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