Why Is It?

That when I’m alone...

I always see your face
I feel your hands touching me..
I want this pain to go away so badly
I wish I could carve out this pain in my chest
I pray for the day where I’ll forget what you did to me

...and what could’ve happened...

You know there is something commonly said
That when you’re being trapped by something
You scream your head off in confusion
Like those pretty actresses do in the movies
Everyone always anticipates some magical hero will appear
And save the frantic crying voice in despair...

What most people don’t see
Is that some of the times the "hero" they would have wished for
Is the only person that cannot help them

You feel as though you’ve swallowed your heart
And shiver as if a blizzard is blazing over uncovered skin
What most people don’t know
Is that when you’re in that position..
You can’t make any more than the whimpering sound
Of sobbing

You can pray, wish and hope for a hero
To swoop in and "save you" from that nightmare
But the cold fact of life is,
There’s hardly any chance of being saved.



Your heart disappears...
Your mind becomes lost...
Your body shuts down...
For when you realize that
No one is coming to save you
You finally come to see the truth
Your hopes, prayers and wishes..
Meant nothing from the start



So why is it.. that I continue to hope?
I continue to think I’ll get my break?
I had my chance... and I completely blew it
I persue my dreams of being happy
It’s all I want anymore..
It’s all that I’ve got left to wish for
That I know still has a chance
Of turning out well