overloaded soul

You know the feeling when it all got too much,
 
The feeling when your head was full,
 
Full of hurt, memories and pain.
 
The hazy smell of pure confusion.
 
 
 
Moving from one chapter to another,
 
Why wont it leave you, the pain, the memories, the hurt.
 
Why can you feel it choking your knotted soul in ten pieces.
 
Why cant you leave it at the door, and close it for good.
 
 
 
I love you, You don't,
 
I want you, You don't,
 
I'm different, You're not
 
Your special, I'm not.
 
 
 
Believe me... i cant,
 
Trust me... i wont.
 
Trust is like a gust of wind, it blows from time to time,
 
Some days stronger than others, it crashes when you least expect it.
 
Causing destruction, tearing things piece by piece.
 
 
 
Feelings of pure hatred for the ones who made it this way,
 
The ones that tore my insides in two,
 
The ones that made me carry it through to the next day,
 
The ones who took it all away.
 
My heart, my soul, my mind...... my wind.