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The Day You Gave Up On Me
footprints on swollen ground, echoing every hurried step.
how quickly population becomes a void,
ghosts of laughter reverberate in a mind tortured within regret,
the skin still tingles from a long departed touch.
a life that never was still struggles to be
while the atrocity that claimed it still smiles from its shade,
notes play in a distant dream, one bleeding into the next,
destiny trapped in its chosen state finds no escape
from the memories from which the song was made,
no turning back yet neither no chance of turning away,
and it all orbits back to eclipse the present,
lack shadows have, dreams of want, and forgets need
knocking opens no doors, asking is to be promised no answer
and you’ve twisted my name
cut out my face,
replaced it with a blank slate to draw everything you wish i had been
i’ll add up and minus this out and
divide
find some fraction
place the zeros over every aspiration
and live
keep breathing
gasp when i must
make myself a violent show, a canvas for scars
and always circle the carrion of a dead fantasy
remembering without stammer
the day you gave up on me.
how quickly population becomes a void,
ghosts of laughter reverberate in a mind tortured within regret,
the skin still tingles from a long departed touch.
a life that never was still struggles to be
while the atrocity that claimed it still smiles from its shade,
notes play in a distant dream, one bleeding into the next,
destiny trapped in its chosen state finds no escape
from the memories from which the song was made,
no turning back yet neither no chance of turning away,
and it all orbits back to eclipse the present,
lack shadows have, dreams of want, and forgets need
knocking opens no doors, asking is to be promised no answer
and you’ve twisted my name
cut out my face,
replaced it with a blank slate to draw everything you wish i had been
i’ll add up and minus this out and
divide
find some fraction
place the zeros over every aspiration
and live
keep breathing
gasp when i must
make myself a violent show, a canvas for scars
and always circle the carrion of a dead fantasy
remembering without stammer
the day you gave up on me.
Published 2nd Dec 2011
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2nd Dec 2011 6:56pm
2nd Dec 2011 7:50pm
Although your wounds may bleed open & dry now dont let it consume you. We all have Worth and though you might not get Worth from those in which you want it from, you'll get Worth where you need it--- from yourself and others who see your potential and self-worth.
Furthermore they might have given up on you but you have an obligation to yourself to not give up on yourself. The things some suffer...very cruel indeed. But i strongly believe that everything happens for a reason.
"Focus on whats holding you together, not on whats tearing you apart"
Write_On, [Rubix]
Furthermore they might have given up on you but you have an obligation to yourself to not give up on yourself. The things some suffer...very cruel indeed. But i strongly believe that everything happens for a reason.
"Focus on whats holding you together, not on whats tearing you apart"
Write_On, [Rubix]
