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11 September 2009 @ 07:58 am
Melancholy Blues  
I think sometimes that the canvas of my soul
Is torn down the middle
And that the colors that constitute my being
Have bled and congeeled into a hateful shade
Of brown

I think sometimes that the windows to my heart
Are either broken clean through or
Nailed shut
So that there are breezes when people walk through me
And the people who should get in to stay
Walk on by

I think sometimes that I sleepwalk through the day
Not noticing the things that matter the most
And not enjoying the moments that are meant to last
An entire lifetime
Because I’m broken, torn, and hopeless
And I’m blind to anything but my imperfections
cranky__crocus on September 11th, 2009 07:15 pm (UTC)

I've been having similar feelings lately. You put them to words so beautifully.

ellipsisoveruse on September 12th, 2009 07:36 am (UTC)
I can't imagine how hard things must seem right now. I hope you'll be able to see someone to help you deal with everything that's happened. *hugs*

Do remember that you do have people who get into your heart to stay. Some of us are just too damn stubborn to give up and walk by, and most of us are the kind of people it's not bad to keep around, either.

Take care of yourself, hun. *hugs*