Jabble524
09/17/08, 01:31 AM
Don't Cry
As you stand there and speak, I drift away
Paralyzed by the fear of yesterday
A re-occurring horrifying memory that you never want to remember
Cause have you ever felt-
Like you were trapped in a four sided mental cage with no escape
Confused and lonely-
You open the cupboard door and remove the long silver knife
Contemplating a million things at once, the knife is trembling in your dead hand
Screaming out in silence, you desperately look around for comfort…
But you find nothing-
No one knows you're there
There at that place all by yourself
That bottomless pit of despair no one should have to visit
Realizing that you're still falling, and that there's no one around to catch you, you raise the knife up to your throat
You hold it there for a second, in a state of disbelief; wondering how you could have slipped down so far
Tensing your muscles, and tightening your grip, you're ready to end it…
Suddenly-
In a moment of truth your life flashes before your eyes
Some intense emotion you've never felt before rushes through your entire body like lightening
In that moment of truth you pull the knife away
Away from your throat and place it back into the cupboard
Then-
In a state of intense and bittersweet aftermath, you reflect
Reflect on the horrible situation you were just in
Reflect on the fact that for some reason, you barely made it out alive
Reflect on the fact that maybe they were right when they called you crazy
Doing the next natural impulse that comes to mind, you leave your house and walk
Walk up the street in a trance, your depression growing with each step
Walking and wishing that someone would come in like a hero and save you
But as always-
No one comes
And as always-
You're going to have to do this by yourself
This unenviable task of having to deal with the aftermath
At first you try to ignore it, but it replays like a broken record in your mind
You can't just pretend like it never happened
Trying to think up reasons to justify your actions, but you come up blank
You can't find a single justifying reason
So my mind twists and turns in a hurricane of a million thoughts until I finally snap…
And write this poem
But don't cry for me
Because you never gave a fuck before
I've held back my tears my whole life
Held them back while you criticized me, misunderstood me, hurt me, and turned your back on me
My mental stability can only be stretched so far
Cause am I the helping hand with no one to catch me when I fall
I don't know you
But if you're feeling your eyes start to water up, I do know this…
Hold back your tears…
And don't cry
Don't cry
http://www.myspace.com/jabble524
As you stand there and speak, I drift away
Paralyzed by the fear of yesterday
A re-occurring horrifying memory that you never want to remember
Cause have you ever felt-
Like you were trapped in a four sided mental cage with no escape
Confused and lonely-
You open the cupboard door and remove the long silver knife
Contemplating a million things at once, the knife is trembling in your dead hand
Screaming out in silence, you desperately look around for comfort…
But you find nothing-
No one knows you're there
There at that place all by yourself
That bottomless pit of despair no one should have to visit
Realizing that you're still falling, and that there's no one around to catch you, you raise the knife up to your throat
You hold it there for a second, in a state of disbelief; wondering how you could have slipped down so far
Tensing your muscles, and tightening your grip, you're ready to end it…
Suddenly-
In a moment of truth your life flashes before your eyes
Some intense emotion you've never felt before rushes through your entire body like lightening
In that moment of truth you pull the knife away
Away from your throat and place it back into the cupboard
Then-
In a state of intense and bittersweet aftermath, you reflect
Reflect on the horrible situation you were just in
Reflect on the fact that for some reason, you barely made it out alive
Reflect on the fact that maybe they were right when they called you crazy
Doing the next natural impulse that comes to mind, you leave your house and walk
Walk up the street in a trance, your depression growing with each step
Walking and wishing that someone would come in like a hero and save you
But as always-
No one comes
And as always-
You're going to have to do this by yourself
This unenviable task of having to deal with the aftermath
At first you try to ignore it, but it replays like a broken record in your mind
You can't just pretend like it never happened
Trying to think up reasons to justify your actions, but you come up blank
You can't find a single justifying reason
So my mind twists and turns in a hurricane of a million thoughts until I finally snap…
And write this poem
But don't cry for me
Because you never gave a fuck before
I've held back my tears my whole life
Held them back while you criticized me, misunderstood me, hurt me, and turned your back on me
My mental stability can only be stretched so far
Cause am I the helping hand with no one to catch me when I fall
I don't know you
But if you're feeling your eyes start to water up, I do know this…
Hold back your tears…
And don't cry
Don't cry
http://www.myspace.com/jabble524