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Puzzle Pieces

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It’s been a bit since I have done a blog entry. More recently I have been writing more journal writing, poems, thoughts. This is something I jotted down today. I wish it was a little more upbeat, but this is what I’ve got.

 

My puzzle pieces are falling down

Faster and faster they just hit the ground

All I can hear is the sound – of your voice

Telling me you care

but why do you leave me here.

Standing all alone

here in the dark

I’m wondering where, where I went wrong

*what did I do wrong

Wrapped in these lies

and I still don’t know why

but they are swallowing me whole.

*Swallowing me whole

If I could just grab the pieces

and put them back together again

maybe I’d climb out alive.

I’m not getting out alive.

You’re still telling me you care

but you still leave me here

with another lie

*Another lie

standing all alone

here in the dark

I’m wondering how this went so wrong

*Why is this so wrong

You want this life of wonder

lasting love and happiness

Baby you’re throwing it away, with those lies you say

time and time again

Just imagine for me now

that life that you see

what will it be

when you are the one standing

all alone

*Is it worth it now

Just tell me that you care

and stop leaving me here

I don’t want to stand here all alone

i’m alone in the dark

Baby tell me that you care

without another lie, another lie

The pieces are on the ground

they just lay there now

and all I can hear is the sound – of your voice

Telling me that you care

but you left me here

wrapped in these lies

so many lies

Neurons of Chaotic Intent

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It hurts. I’ve got this storm that’s crashing inside of me. A gentle rain to those around, but a hell of a tsunami drowning me from the inside out. Waves crashing upon my tired body. A feeling so cold. The sting like that of torns smacking across every inch of my skin. Something so chaotic, yet no one can see. No one can hear my screams. The tears are invisible. Almost as this was all part of my imagination.

It hurts. Ive given up so much. Always have. Probably always will. That’s just who I am. I put others first. I sacrifice my dreams. My journey. My potential. All in the hopes that happiness will shine upon others. Glow in ways I never could. But I’ve given too much. I can not replenish these pockets of mine.

It hurts. Im walking slowly down this road. There is a cross road ahead and I must make a choice. One says “Do as you have done.” And the other says “Do something for you.” I can see the outcomes spread out like a deck of cards on a table in front of me. Occasional Jokers and Wilds, but I can see my hand. So I finally do something for me and hurt so many people around me, or do I continue to tread water and gasp for air in this tsunami.

It’s hurts. Not knowing what to do. It hurts. It hurts.