Broken

Trying to mend the pieces,
The pieces of what was broken,
The pieces which was covered with lies,
My heart begins to darken,

It begins to lose it's usual calm,
Like it is stuck in another realm,

I tried picking the pieces up,
Only to cut myself deeper,
Tried getting myself up,
Only to be trapped within my own temper,

I had my doubts,
I paid my debts,
It didn't seem enough,
Trying to break through,

Here I lie broken again,
Trying to find some meaning,
Hoping to end the pain,
Broken and barely breathing.

The Blank Pages

God, if you're there,

I could use a sign,

I don't know how I fare,

It was just a simple design,

I'm beginning to lose it,

There are no more candles which I see lit,

The darkness is what's left,

My heart is now soft,

It's not as strong as it use to be,

Maybe it's just me,

But I could use a little help,

I'm beating myself up into a pulp.

Pressing On

A little tired,
A little exhausted,
Running out of time,
Torn with a choice,
There's no turning back now,
No time for sorrow,
No time for fear,
Must protect the things you hold dear.

Out of the frying pan, into the fire..

Nuff said... :'(

Round Two

So this is again,
Oh yea, just a little pain,
Just a little far out,
Trusting my gut,
I need to go,
To get my ammo,
To prepare for what I failed to accomplish the first time,
It felt the same,
With a little difference,
With a little elegance,
With a little confidence,
And with a little peace.