Wednesday, September 1, 2010
*twistedtruth* written 11/07/09
Annie said: you're never fully dressed without a smile
and I've been walking naked for quite awhile.
This empty feeling that corrupts my being
cannot be done away with despite the skills
of doctors and therapist who try to mold my will--
that I might desire to be happy they postulate
that I might accept my lot in life and look forward to fate
but they did not account for the abyss you've provided
and the filthy bed I made to lie in.
I look at what goes on and see good things around me
but the ever enduring factor is feeling lonely
and desiring, ridiculously, a healing salve
but you've all just made me mad
half crazed with promises and suggestions
only to have so many hopes and dreams molested.
And I'm told that I am beautiful in my pain
a twisted beauty that no one is able to explain
but I can quite quickly paint the picture of why:
there is beauty in death and the failing of my life
is both astonishing and strangely robust
at how I once succeeded but ultimately lost
and the idea that I am drenched in potential
but, honestly, know that at good length I shall fail.
But Annie said to smile, and so I will
you can't say that I don't pull off this depression
without crazy tons of skill.