A Life Left To Waiting

Sitting here, teary eyed
Your ghost, or is it demon, wins again
Haunting my heart
This grave it beats sporadically within

The hurt for you not yet hate
Even after over a year of constant self loathing
There's enough here for me
And the potential for it to keep growing

What am I waiting for?
As I constantly consider dragging a knife across my chest
Why do I believe in self inflicted hurt
Truthfully, out of alternatives, it's probably still the best

A half finished puzzle
Is all I will ever be without you by my side
Unfulfilled, scattered, abandoned
I quit talking to God, He's pretty sure I've died

Staring at the hourglass
Waiting for the last trickle of sand to fall
How I desire that last breath
These shoes don't fit this mind at all

These shoes don't fit this mind at all
These shoes don't fit this mind at all
These shoes don't fit this mind at all
These shoes don't fit this mind at all

Reviews

[mou]

true, what is love without a pure wait!
a pain that is intentionally hidden to hurt its own heart..so strange yet very true!
beautiful write

[Teddybearlee]

Thank you mou, you're such a sweetheart

[mou]

oww thank you :) and you're welcome friend