6.

August 30, 2003

I'm tired of wondering what to believe,
and I'm snapping, cracking, splitting
into a million useless pieces.
Every movement is one of pain,
and every thought is one of blame.
My eyes see nothing that my heart believes.
I hear too much in too many things,
and I thought it meant something...
It means everything to me.
I go on, I give in, I collapse
under this great anger and pain.
I go on, I give in, I can't give up.
Rain falls into my eyes,
the sky cries for me,
but I can't do it myself.
The wreck of my mind is on display.
The wreck of years has been told.
I only want one thing now.
This is my last desperate plea
for you to keep a promise,
to keep me in mind, and tell me.