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.