ImpossibleGone are the times we spent on the phone,The endless conversations that had so many tones.So many memories that to me were cherished and sacred,I didn't know to you they were just seconds wasted.Lies you sung so perfectly I was too deep to see the truth,Most blame it on my youth.You would question my love for you and never trust,Blinded I never knew all you felt was lust.Time spent with you I allways thought was the best,Never did I think you'd rip my heart out of my chest.Knowing that you're gone made it easy for me to be in denial,But now it is getting hard for me to smile.Being truely happy is a harder task then it was before,Sometimes I think you might still knock on my door.Laying with the past on my mind and pain in my heart,It makes me worried about being able to restart.Starting a day without thinking of you,First seemd impossible but now I know it's something I can do.
Purple Heart TragedySirens echoed in the near distance. The street was just over five yards from where a middle aged man sat on a bench at a local park. Everyday at sunset, the man could be seen at the same spot. He stayed there until 8 o'clock at night smoking cigarettes idly, and staring at the grass in front of him. It was as if he was waiting for some unknown person. The people who lived in the area around the park had once been suspicious of the man, and called the police thinking he was waiting to make a drug deal in a neutral area. The silent investigation was ended however, after no one approached him for months. His name was unknown, as was the location of where he really lived. All anyone knew, was that he'd always sat there for the past seven years.The time was now 7:55pm. Any passerby would know if they simply glanced at "the mysterious park-bench man", as they referred to him. He would look at his watch at that exact time every night, and leave five minutes later without ever glancing a
A Look Back in TimeWandering around, objects ignite my memory.Times once spent happily flash through my mind immediately.I am left standing, staring off into space.Unaware of the tears now streaming down my face.Every place, every object they all uncover a hidden memory.Blocked out by an event that shattered my world painfully.Suddenly pictures flash through my eyes,And each time I die more and more as my insides cry.I scream in my head, I scream in the night.I scream even when everything seems perfectly alright.There are no longer moments of sanity,I left that behind, along with my humanity.I feel nothing to the point of being unable to roam.Spending day in and day out laying face down in my bed alone.No one around, no one beside me, no one to talk to.Just me and my prison...if people only knew.Each flashback reminding me of what will never be,That damn fairytale that was all I could see..And so, I know what'll stop these images for good.A swift stab to the heart and I won't remember
Dead InsideWhat's the point of my existence?All my happiness is forever lost in the distance.Not lost in a place but in time.A time when I smiled on a dime.What's the reason for my being?With no hope inside I have no feeling.I am nothing but a body with no soul and no life.Nothing more than a victim of circumstantial strife.What's the meaning of all this pain?I guess I am forever stuck in a torrential rain.This is all I'll feel for all eternity.Emptiness that goes on endlessly.Is this the end of everything?It must be, I closed my last life-line to my sanity.I let go of all I held dear.And succumbed to all my worst fears.I guess this is it. I'm already dead.No more thoughts or dreams flow through my head.It's all over. I made sure of that and her happiness will start.I let go of the only person I ever loved. "Goodbye my love", from David's sorrowful heart.