maybetomorrow

Hand me your shattered heart

I can't fix it

But I will let every sharp, broken piece

Stab me and cause the pain

I see in your face.

Let me cry your tears

I won't promise I'll be able to cease

Their steady flow

But I will keep the anguish from burning in your eyes

Any longer.

Trust me with your aching soul

The damage is unrepairable

I know

But let the torture continue

Deep inside of me

Instead.

You can't.

I'm left here

Helplessly watching you

Watch your life

Get torn apart

I sometimes wonder

I sometimes doubt you.

I'm scared to death

You'll lose yourself

In this mess

And all I have for you

Is my eternal, walk through hell love.

And the crook of my arm

Where you can try to sleep your uneasy slumber.

Bottom line is,

The other day

Was a cloudy one

And

You pointed at your own chest

Asked me if I could help

You "there".

I was forced to

Weakly shake my head

No.

All I could articualte

Was a feeble and yet so honest

Apology.

Believe me

When I say

I'm so very sorry.

*this all came pouring out of me today. My sister is going through a divorce and this are, more or less, my feelings at the moment.*

Thanks for the feed back both of you.

It feels as though you took a piece of my mind and wrote it out.

wow.

Loneliness creeps into the hollow between my shoulder blades. It weights me down...makes my breathig shallow.

I look around me and see it everywhere. The clueless faces. Nobody cares.

Loneliness is my cold cereal for dinner...in an empty basement... with the music blasting. Hoping to drown out the pain.

It is hours spent doing nothing...but dreaming of getting away.

I feel it at night. When the whole world sleeps but I slowly die. On the roof of my "house"...letting darkness envelope me. And all I can see are the stars that soon become blurred by the tears burning in my eyes. I try to hold them back.

Loneliness is a scream trapped inside of me. I'm scared to let it out. Scared to see just how damaged I really am.

It is the shadow in my eyes. The crookedness of my smile. The shuffle of my feet.

It is my flaring temper. It is my shaking hand as I write this.

It is the salty tear that wets the paper.

Loneliness feeds on my insides. And never loses its appetite.