Okay, this poem of mine is a bit old (I wrote it a few weeks ago, at least) but I think it applies to how I've been feeling lately. Sure, I've been all upbeat and laugh-y on the outside, but I'm absolutely torn up on the inside. Below 'Empty Tears' is lyrics to a song that fits me I think, among the ones I've found that do (no hard guess on where the song came from). Plus some memegens, by a friend. So, enjoy.
Empty TearsSome nights I wonder why
I look up at the stars
Holes punched in the midnight sky
Clouds of cotton wispy across
I see this great expanse
And wonder why I was put here to look at it
So many people come to me
They say 'I'm feeling sad.
Can you help? Can you heal?'
I never say 'No' to them but perhaps
That's my fault more than theirs
But these people, maybe
Maybe they don't think that I'm as frail
And fragile as they
I have depressions, darkness
Sometimes deeper than their own
Sometimes lighter than what they have
Each time another spills on me
I take their hurt, and it becomes mine
Becomes mine to tend to, to bed with
To look at and argue with
It becomes me, and I become it
That is how I heal, I take
But it comes at a great cost
I grow darker with each one
That tells their shadows to me
And so I wonder why I am so nice
I wonder why these people think I can help
I look at their tears, and cry my own
Can't they see I'm actually helpless?
I'm not a master of words
I'm not a wizard of the heart
And yet I welcome them with open arms
I say 'Come my friends.
I will help you.'
Maybe I'm just a fool
Letting them trust me when I
When I can't even trust myself
But then there are times when I feel
No one notices me
No one sees me
No one hears me at all
No one sees my thrashes of anger
Of frustration
At shadows I have that I can do nothing about
Mine or another's
No one sees me reach for them
Try to join with their light
Only to fall back to my demons
And cry
In fact, I know I'm a fool
People say I'm special
Someone new
Someone good
And I believe them, deep inside
And yet I don't want to, somehow
Everytime someone says I'm one-of-a-kind
I shake my head and look away
Wanting to say yes
But preferring to stay hidden and say no
Listen to me
I want to be seen and yet not
All at once
A paradox
I struggle with who I was
Who I am
Who I could be
What I do, did, could do
I'm too old for this
And yet too young
It's all too confusing
I beseech the stars
Would someone miss me if I were gone?
Weren't here to battle their shadows
Save them from their nightmares
While living my own?
If I jumped up to join you, stars
Would someone knew I once stood here?
I know the answer is yes
Someone would notice I was gone
But the answer is not comforting
When I know it's only 3
Or 4
But not even touching 10
I never was one for friends
Maybe that's all I need
Someone to share the shadows with me
Be the hearty and the heartless that I am
Someone who can bleed with me
The stars give no answers
Perhaps they have none to give
So I struggle, I ache
I scream, and I writhe
All the while dealing with it all
And crying empty tears
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It was the first new century
In one hundred years
And when I felt like I should cry
I laughed away my tears
The end of a millennium
We waited a long, long time
To see the brave new world
And the mountains we would climb
The things I tried to comprehend
As a child remain a mystery
There's nothing I need to defend
There's nothing great about me
All I will ever believe
Is the pounding of my heart, though
It doesn't answer question
That's just the way it goes
All I will ever have faith in
Is the beating in my chest
It won't predict tomorrow
Or give me eternal restWow, how true are the last two verses for me. Sometimes, that's all I feel like I can trust, or count on. And the fact that each burning tear, and each searing drop of blood that comes from me tells me I'm still alive, when there've been many times that I've doubted even that...
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