Wanted to see if I could feel; didn’t work – seems I must keep my own deal. Worms eat at the brain; can’t say I want to live with this pain. Don’t care for it anymore; forgive me if differently I swore. Daily I drown in the abyss of my ocean; everything blurs – everything moves in slow motion. Voices mock me in my head; peace I’ll have when I am dead.
There is this fear of failing; soul yearns to trust someone instead of wailing. What are we working so hard for; can’t you see not fitting in hurts to the core! So tired of not being the same; this lazy, loser, ugly, untalented stupid feeling is getting lame.
Tell me, what is the point for us all?
Tell me, will there be an end to the squall?
In me lives the potential for being great; some might even think this is a good trait. At my side there are those that I love; to them I’ll always be a fragile dove. The future taunts us with things it might have in store -- or something I might want to live for. Knowing I can spare some sadness does bring some light; I know this will make it easier through their nights.
Boy interrupted am I.
Not corrupted says I.
Though my journey has come to an end, forgetting you is something I can’t pretend. At times smiling was not a part of my soul; still, in dark times smiles you so easily stole. This remembrance brings tears to my eyes; when I couldn’t breathe you were always there to help me sigh. Hope I didn’t disappoint you; sorry if I’m the reason you’re feeling blue. Know that today I walk a pasture of peace; life has graciously given me a new lease. If you miss me tonight, look up to the heavens and the stars –- for that is where nightly I’ll be healing your scars. Don’t shed another tear for me; time to continue on has come to thee. Remember mom, you can’t go on – yet you can go on.
Always -- I’ll be your boy interrupted.
Always -- you’ll be my mine... uninterrupted.
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