The tears of the crying city carry me along empty streets barely lit by broken lamps, past lonely doorways, housing lonely people who could quite easily be me.
Please don't look into my eyes or you will see my soul screaming out to be held by you.
Don't say my name, as that reminder of myself I can no longer bear.
I can't stand the sickness in my stomach today, just as I couldn't stand it yesterday, but again I will withstand it until tomorrow comes and start over like I said I wouldn't. This is one thing I seem to say to myself most days now.
Maybe it will ease tomorrow and if not I will hold on
for another day.
Another day.
Another day.
Please don't look into my eyes or you will see my soul screaming out to be held by you.
Don't say my name, as that reminder of myself I can no longer bear.
I can't stand the sickness in my stomach today, just as I couldn't stand it yesterday, but again I will withstand it until tomorrow comes and start over like I said I wouldn't. This is one thing I seem to say to myself most days now.
Maybe it will ease tomorrow and if not I will hold on
for another day.
Another day.
Another day.