This is Mine
The pain is mine… no one knows, or cares
So they shall not see…
Do not try to understand me, for you do not care.
Do not ask, for you don’t want the answers.
Do not try to help me cause it is frivilous
This pain is mine, don’t try to take it from me.
It is what lets me know im still alive.
The happiness is fleeting.
A distant memory, sailing beyond my view.
You want in my head?
You want to poke around and see
What it is that makes me who I am?
The doors have been sealed.
The windows now are barred shut.
There will be no more tours.
The pages now torn out and burnt.
No more viewings…
This is my pain.
I cherish it, hold it inside me
Inside my head.
The voices inside my head.
Making the tears come again.
The only time I feel.
The pain… make me feel it again.
Words burning through my mind.
The pain… make me feel alive again.
The pain is mine… no one knows, or cares
So they shall not see.
Do not try to understand me, for you do not care.
Do not ask, for you don’t want the answers.
Do not try to help me, cause it is frivilous.
This pain is mine, don’t try to take it from me.
It is what lets me know I am alive
The happiness is fleeting
A distant memory, sailing beyond my view.
M. Swanson
© 2003