A place where my creative waves grow and die. The notebooks i keep, although they aren't always accurate or regular, are recorded here. This is somewhere where i hope i can make it work...

Friday, September 16, 2005

Morning Sickness

Some days I wake up
Delirious with hate
Hearing them in there
I wonder what’s a worse fate
I don’t care
I don’t agree
But what can I do?
I’m only me

I listen to them
I listen to her scream
I want to break down the door
To scream at her face
To send him packing
Far, far away

I wish this is all a dream
I want to wake up
I want to forget I felt like this
I want the heavens opened up above

Why can’t I let this go?
Why do I have to have so much hate?
Why can’t I tell her how I feel?
Why don’t I tell her what’s real?

I wish for the day when I can leave
Fly away from the hell hole
Only to come back when I know
I’ll be able to handle this place…

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