All You Are

All you are

I sit here in my room, dreaming
My lungs still hurt from screaming
Out the pain from the ones who surround me
Trying to find the feeling to again be free
After I end up pushing them all away
Due to the flooding feeling they give everyday
And now that your gone, you think I will die
You think without your guidance I can’t get by
You assume I’m weak, but without you I’m stronger
All you are is dead to me, Your pet I am no longer
Through my screaming I hear your name and find
That when I was with you, I was on the rind
That made me bleed out my pain into your life
I learn that the pain is worse than this knife
That is ripping through my body and mind
Because to me this pain is one-of-kind
With the rest of my life I will make something
And all that you are and what you’ll remain is nothing

Author notes

The ones that we love and care for will all be gone one day. Those who felt this pain of loss before won’t cry, for, they have felt this before and know not to waste your life away crying over that which you’ve lost. We will all wake up anew knowing they’re gone, so nothing remains but to move on and find another to hold and break our hearts. And we’ll find that the pain becomes less and less after every loss, until there is no more pain to feel. Love is no reason to end a life, but to start one over, to find who you are. Seizing the feeling to move on is a feat that most fail at accomplishing, yet still your lives will go on. In our hands we hold the power to live our lives, and in those same hands we have the power to take that away, as we hold our own demise also. That is why to think in one simple way to live or to die.

“Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying”

Written January 2nd, 2006