Chapter 3: Chapter 3
Empathetic Pity
Empathy and pity are often confused for one another
You do not feel what I feel
Or sympathize with me
You pity my life
You pity my struggles
You pity those days where I cry and I say I give up
Where I say I've had enough
Where I decide
That I've drawn the line
Between yours and mine
And I grow a spine
And I grab you and say don't pity me
Pity yourself for what you've done by thinking pity is empathy
The Silhouette Girl
A silhouette of a girl dances amongst the rain drops
She is a thing of grace and beauty
And her long wet hair flows around her figure like a ribbon as she twirls
Around and around
Not a single care in her mind
The world may crash down around her
But she does not give a single second of thought to such troubles
For they will disrupt her peace
And pop her bubble of ignorant bliss
Anew
Becoming a new person is not as simple
As changing your hair and clothes
You must leave everything behind
And begin fresh somewhere else
You must let nothing follow you from your past
You must let everything rot where you left it
It is sad
But true
Road to Insanity
Down a lonely street he walks
Surrounded by the shadows and smoke
Tears slipping down his cheeks as he talks to himself
The insanity creeping upon him
As he has no one but the insanity to turn to
He embraces the the warm feeling of his mind slipping away
Because along with every good memory, bad one slips too
He need not grasp them any longer than he must
He allows them to go
Leaving them behind finally frees him from the grip of the pain
There is no need to stay with the grasp of the ropes of reality
If there is no other anchor to his life
Art
Art is an expression of the self
It is the result of one putting their soul into their materials
That is why no artist can hide the truth of what they feel from their audience
They bare their hearts to those who watch
Sometimes only to be pushed away
Artists are works of art in themselves
Flight Path
If there was a manual on how to live
I'd have read it 10 times over
But even with a manual
I think I'd fail
I'd go off of the rails
Nails on a chalkboard
That's the sound of the buzzer that proves me wrong
I think this has gone on for far too long
So I think I'll just die
I think I'll just lie dead in the grass
Slit my throat with some broken glass
Overdose in the middle of class
There are so many options
So many to choose from
So much to lose
I think my time's done
So cut me loose
No strings attached so I fall
Like an unmanned marionette doll
I'm just a silhouette in a sunset
Sometimes orange and sometimes violet
I think I might get violent
I'm no longer my own pilot
And they're crashing the plane
I'll never take another trip down lovers lane
I be stranded in the desert next to her dead body
My life in tatters
Ripped and shoddy
So what's the point
Of anything
Anymore
Just a worthless, scarred up whore
Fucked up
Scared out of my mind
Always
Getting left behind
So what's the point
If you can't crash you own plane
And what's the point
If there's no more sun in the day
For you
For them
You are just a toy
Nothing more
So go be the bore you are
Normalcy
"There comes a time where every normal man must spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and prepare to slit throats"
For not one person is truly normal
The societal expectation of normalcy is a simple lie
It does not exist
It is a made up concept designed to create a mold for all humans
One that not one person fits into
Shadows
"And yet to every bad there's a worse"
Is whispered to me in the shadow of the doom
The gloom shadowing over me in the already dark room
This room shall be my shadowy tomb
Raindrops
It's raining and it's pouring outside
And with each drop I spill a tear
When everything you hear is rain falling
A chill goes down your spine
And at once you start to cry
And on and on it continues until your tear ducts run dry
Diamonds streaming down your face
Misery misery
Glittery tears
Watery, salty
But still a smile spans from between each ear
Because on you put a brave face to block out the bad
And you collect your diamonds to dust off the sad
And smile and smile
And giggle and laugh
And let not one soul see you when your thoughts get bad
Rainbow Makeup
The rainbow makeup covers up
The reddened tear stained skin around my eyes
I cover the pain that seeps through my skin in the salty, running sobs
Each breath is an effort when the rainbow makeup is wiped away
And the concealer no longer conceals
It shows the pain I once hid
And the pain I shall someday feel
The Cold
"Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and oftentimes we call a man cold when he is only sad."
And the view of the shoulder of a cold man brings us yet another secret sorrow
Ignoration is poison to the heart which stands frozen
When the only solution is to thaw it with the release of the secrets from the form of the freezer
There is no happiness without its opposite
But the opposite is not true at all
For one can live in an ocean of pain with not a single ray of sunshine
Simply floating amongst the dark until they finally drown in it
The little air left in their water filled, smoke lined lungs bringing them to the surface for a rey of sunshine to find
Apple of my Eye
Oh my dear, oh my dear of brown eyes and red hair
I would've run to the moon to meet you there
I'd have given it all up for the touch of your skin on mine
I'd have given it all up for a sliver of time
To be spent with you
Oh me, oh my
Oh dear I miss
The apple of my eye
But now the thoughts of you rot
Far away from the tree
And oh my dear, oh my dear, I no longer wish for you to be here.
The Spotlight
I live
And I watch
As others laugh
And I sit in the shade
To give others the spotlight
Though I crave attention
And I do anything to get it
Sometimes I simply cannot stand the lights
I'll become an act a play or a laughingstock
For the simple attraction of need
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