Painted Into a Corner

More mental mess

 

Painted Into a Corner

i run into walls
trying to dull the pain
that's wrecking my frail
soul
the pattern of bloody prints
on white paint
let's me know that i
need to run some more

bruises,
confusion-
they are the perfect pair
tear streaked
cheeks
the cliche for the
weak
at this point i don't even
care

your voice on my answering
machine
how could soothing words still
feel so mean
you don't understand what i'm
going through
pain is the elixer i drink from
the cup of you...

i opened the door
knowing what you had in store
on my knees i beg for mercy
i can't breathe-
this power you have over me
is crippling

hours go by and in my bed we
lay
the strong determined woman
regressed into a little girl
today
i know better then to ask you
to stay

before i could utter those words
just watching you putting on your
pants leave me disturbed
"I love you..." you blurt, taking
your candy before leaving the store
yet despite this i want you
more

there's more walls that need fresh
coats of my paint