What a mound of mess
this life has become.
Am watching as a pile of stress
slowly burns.
As my fingers light the match.
My eyes are watching, intensely,
as the flames grow higher and higher.
No instincts or urges
to extinguish the rising flames.
I am comforted by a foreced,
yet evil grimace-
as it has secured itself indefinately on my face.
All my worries are burning to ash.
IN an attempt to burn this curse,
another friendship is slashed and wiped out,
In what has become a commonality in the story of my life.
Looking in from the outside;
my life now seems to be a mirror of your past.
Why does it hurt to see your smiling face,
knowing you have what i used to want?
Selfish, jealous, insecure. Hurt.
this life has become.
Am watching as a pile of stress
slowly burns.
As my fingers light the match.
My eyes are watching, intensely,
as the flames grow higher and higher.
No instincts or urges
to extinguish the rising flames.
I am comforted by a foreced,
yet evil grimace-
as it has secured itself indefinately on my face.
All my worries are burning to ash.
IN an attempt to burn this curse,
another friendship is slashed and wiped out,
In what has become a commonality in the story of my life.
Looking in from the outside;
my life now seems to be a mirror of your past.
Why does it hurt to see your smiling face,
knowing you have what i used to want?
Selfish, jealous, insecure. Hurt.
