TwistedStrawberry

No don't come back in 10 minutes Shut up and leave me alone Let me crawl back inside on my own And shut the gates and let not a soul in I'll drown in this tide so not even the truth can get inside And when I'm alone sitting in this humid room again The thought won't even cross your mind That the current illusion is all out of your head So I'll lock myself in mine To keep you out and away from my sanity Yet you still manage to find all the cracks And through those little slits in my soul you place uncertainty And with every drop of uncertaity you mix in doubt For a shot not even the loosest of drinkers Can stand to cry

I am better than this Your word can not bring me to my knees And leave me crippled like the works I have seen, the symptons of this life's disease: I am better than the shadows on my face They paint a perfect picture of my evening spent Swallowing my bits of broken heart It always has the way of making my stomach Turn and twist in my core I am sick of seaching and finding empty promises Each one a balloon waiting to be popped; With them looming I am gun shy Now every little noise or gesture pulls me in I am tired of letting my eyes fall to the mirror And wonder at what point I could have possibly stopped my poems Because afte