Leaving

Water’s Getting Deep

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2003 (6th Grade) 

Don’t tell me
I already know what you are thinking
You’re going to say it
The words
The hurtful ones
The ones I never want to hear

[Chorus:]
But I don’t want the water getting deep
I’m gasping between each word that you say
I need air, need to breathe
Need space, gotta leave

The water’s getting deep
Might as well leave
Need to breathe
On this little place I call Earth

[Chorus:]
But I don’t want the water getting deep
I’m gasping between each word that you say
I need air, need to breathe
Need space, gotta leave

Who do you think you are
Barging into my life
Then you’re gonna leave me miserable
Who do you think you are
You’re making the water deep
Might as well lay here forever, forever
Cause the water’s gotten deep

[Chorus 2:]
And I didn’t want the water getting deep
I was gasping between each word that you said
I needed air, needed to breathe
Needed space, so I left

Stop Signs

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September 27th, 2009

Piled up,
too much to keep to myself,
but what doesn’t kill me –
will keep me no weaker than I was before.

Saying goodbye is never easy,
but it wasn’t like that,
I was pulled away,
compelled to go,
and didn’t even have a chance to say –
I’m leaving.

Pulling through dark tunnels,
this is who I’ve become,
and there’s no going back.

I found myself in the cold arms of the darkness,
and I don’t think I can let go –
of this side of me –
that I found myself to like.

The mirror must be getting old,
because it’s not working quite right,
and I can’t even seem to find myself in it.

Looking for something,
but I don’t know you anymore,
and I don’t even know myself,
and all I’m finding are these stop signs –
that await my presence.