goodbye

she's a giggle at a funeral
she's a rainbow in the middle of a storm
she's a whisper at a booming rock concert
and for some reason we just don't get along...

she's a wink when i'm not looking
she's a smile when i wanna cry
she's a handshake when all i need is a hug
and for some reason we just don't get along...

she's a beer when i wanna quit drinking
she's a line once i finally get clean
she's a song that i just stopped singing
and for some reason we just don't get along...

I think it's time that I start to say goodbye...

HUSH

hush.
just listen to my story.
let my words wash over you in a wave of realization.
let my waves crash upon the shores of your heart with
the power and vitality of horses
sit in silence and wait
for my rushed rant to dissipate.
share my pain, wallow in my agony

Hush 
let me cry out in frustration.

hold me in your arms and never let me go.
soak with me in wet, sticky, messy depression.
shed my fucking tears.
hush.
and when im done?
take my hand.
pick me up off the dirty earth and lead me to the light.
show me a smile and tell me;
it's ok that im not ok.
put a flower in my hair and make me laugh.
i need you...
to love me.

The Familiar Stranger

The familiar stranger stares back at me,
Wondering if I can see.
I know her eyes, her nose her smile,
But together I don't recognize the face.
I don't remember that sun-kissed skin.
I don't remember that bleached blonde hair.
I don't remember that glowing self confidence.
But, I know her eyes, her noes, her smile.
A familiar stranger.
I feel like I should recognize her,
but something has changed.
She is not the same girl from before.
She is no longer a ghost,
She is no longer dark haired,
She is no longer afraid.
But still those eyes, that noes, that smile.
A familiar stranger.
The familiar stranger smiles back at me,
She waves hello, as I do too.
I like the change, it's something new.
Now I can finally see,
The familiar stranger is me.

How Do You Show Your Pain?

Some show their pain with a swipe at the wrist,
While others prefer a throw of the fist.
Some show their pain with an empty bottle,
While others prefer to hit the road full throttle.
Some show their pain with a puff and a drag,
While others prefer to bitch and nag.
Some show their pain with fun from a whore,
While others prefer to eat more and more.

But others? Others like me?
I prefer the company of an old oak tree
Under which I write words and melody
That make me feel unburdened and free.
That is how i show my pain,
By writing it out again and again.
Some find writing to be mundane,
For me its shows my hurt, but more humane.

And you? I only have one simple favor to ask,
Don't show your pain with a silent fast;
Don't show it with a tilted flask;
But please don't hide your pain behind a mask.

Show the world and teach it too,
To control the pain that burdens you.
Become someone completely new
Who has something to hold onto.