A few of my dearest friends are having a hard time at the moment, which has inspired me to write a couple of lines down.
The noise inside, a single tone.
It's deafening when you try to think
You always feel like your on the brink
It binds you, chokes you, makes you cry
Half the time, you don't know why
There seems no end, no cause, no reason.
Your friends tell you, 'tis the season'
Your inner voice just screaming and screaming
You go to bed, but start bad dreaming
Nightmares keep you from proper sleep
These feelings running ever so deep
You can not talk. Don't want to either.
You feel you have no friendship, neither.
No matter which way you try to run
There never seems to be the sun
That shines on you and makes you smile.
God, you haven't done THAT for a while.
You're sick of crying, sick of trying
You're sick of imagining yourself dying.
You've planned the way you'll end it all
You'll drive your car into a wall,
Or perhaps off the mountainside
You've plotted it all, deep inside.
But I am here, I always will be
In whatever capacity
To listen, to hear, to offer advice
To nod and smile and be so nice,
For the pain you are going through.
Used to be me. I was you.
So listen when I say these words
They're not just trivial, hollow absurds,
But personal, deep, honest and true
All I want is you to be you
And deal with this and be yourself
I'll be here for you, not on the shelf,
Not one of these so called bff
Who fuck off at the first sign of stress
I'm here til the end, through thick and thin
Til you're better, til you begin again
The relapses, the downhill slide
I'll be here, right by your side
For I know what you are going through
It was me, I once was you.
For E, N, P, B, S et al. X
Poetry by pangasius
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Written on 2013-08-09 at 00:58
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Stranglehold
Sitting here, all alone.The noise inside, a single tone.
It's deafening when you try to think
You always feel like your on the brink
It binds you, chokes you, makes you cry
Half the time, you don't know why
There seems no end, no cause, no reason.
Your friends tell you, 'tis the season'
Your inner voice just screaming and screaming
You go to bed, but start bad dreaming
Nightmares keep you from proper sleep
These feelings running ever so deep
You can not talk. Don't want to either.
You feel you have no friendship, neither.
No matter which way you try to run
There never seems to be the sun
That shines on you and makes you smile.
God, you haven't done THAT for a while.
You're sick of crying, sick of trying
You're sick of imagining yourself dying.
You've planned the way you'll end it all
You'll drive your car into a wall,
Or perhaps off the mountainside
You've plotted it all, deep inside.
But I am here, I always will be
In whatever capacity
To listen, to hear, to offer advice
To nod and smile and be so nice,
For the pain you are going through.
Used to be me. I was you.
So listen when I say these words
They're not just trivial, hollow absurds,
But personal, deep, honest and true
All I want is you to be you
And deal with this and be yourself
I'll be here for you, not on the shelf,
Not one of these so called bff
Who fuck off at the first sign of stress
I'm here til the end, through thick and thin
Til you're better, til you begin again
The relapses, the downhill slide
I'll be here, right by your side
For I know what you are going through
It was me, I once was you.
For E, N, P, B, S et al. X
Poetry by pangasius
Read 629 times
Written on 2013-08-09 at 00:58
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