Do you know how it feels to be torn apart,
Living, breathing, laughing only with half a heart?
The illusion of a better day keeps you going on,
Even if you feel your time on earth is done.
Only in your dreams at night you can feel complete,
When your mind creates a life so perfect and so sweet,
And just when you get to think that it might be real,
You open up your eyes and pain is all you feel.
Another day begins, a day just like the rest,
When seconds feel like minutes, minutes feel like hours that press on your chest,
And as you’re grasping for air and trying to catch your breath,
You ask yourself again: “why am I so afraid of death?”.
Tonight I decided to take a sheet of paper, a pencil and an eraser and try to write something.You probably don’t know that I used to write poems when I was younger.Actually only a few close friends know that because I was too ashamed of my blatherings and I didn’t consider them worthy to be read by anyone else than myself, especially that most of them were inspired from my own feelings and experiences.I decided to write again because it’s like a form of therapy to me (it helps me relax and get through my daily problems more easily) just like photography.But I must say it wasn’t my idea to write them on my blog so I don’t know what to expect.I hope you like them though.
This is what I wrote tonight…
There you are…running away from your fears again
Facing them might drive you insane
Or so you may seem to believe
That they’ll disappear if you leave
It’s your conscience you’re running away from
And no matter what you do you’ll still be torn
The torment is there buried in yourself
And you refuse any form of help
You say that you can’t change
That happiness for you is strange
That it’s too hard for you
And that this world is too cruel
So you need to keep yourself away
Because loneliness is the only way
To be safe and uncomplicated
From the hell that you’ve created.