for my friend
home
A way to disappear
is all I need to find.
A way to shut out these games
my "friends" keep playing
and find someone with true motives
of compassion or simply thoughtfulness.
I feel like running a blade
across my chest
and bleed my heart out
to let them see
what they're doing to me.
I'm tired of words.
These words mean nothing
when they're so meaningless.
It's the same old story,
and my eyes have grown weary.
It's the same situation,
with maybe a different name.
This scarlet smear is tired of
being put second or third or even last,
always behind whatever face
fills the void this time.
It just seems to be these words.
All we have is these words.
I need to escape this trap,
being sucked in and hanging on
by merely words.
1/20/02
