Untitled – 8/27/2006

Back to pretend,

Everything is fine as long as I don’t feel.

Not allowed to hurt,

Not allowed time to let the wounds heal.

No one cares if I’m in pain.

Always the same,

So oblivious,

So blind.

They can’t even tell.

Not a one,

Not a soul of those who profess,

Who profess to care.

I fool them all,

Because it is what they want.

They’re so happy to think that I am well,

When all I want to do is cry.

So what’s another lie?

—–

Another saved by the fallen angel,

Lifted up along,

Let to hope,

Before again they leave him to fall.

When can he rise up?

When will the suffering,

The punishment be done?