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Stay Low

Do you believe I have lost my way?

Counting back the days, removing the wall between us
I remember words and actions, friends and foes
Things that cannot be undone today

In those times I was the one doing the haunting
Safe in the back of your mind, whispering inside
Trying to remind you that you weren't alone
I wished you would have said, just once, "I long to be like you"

In dreams I stayed low, kept back from the nightmares of you
So unnoticed that you would believe I was not real
But I was, enough to be here today

You weren't alone, you were never alone
Yet you played the tortured victim at every opportunity
It was as though you fell into a hole in the ground
Wishing there was room in that hole for two
But there was no room
There was never room for anyone but you
You and your immense burden that surpassed the world's own
Were you as exhausted as the rest?

Today comes the chance to put to sleep the whole of you
I am becoming noticeable, stronger, real and true
Enough to capture and destroy the past

Now you wish, just once, I would say "I long to be like you"
I remind you of the reality of true loneliness
And now you are caught in the back of my mind, calling
In these times, for my mercy, for no more haunting

Today the past becomes undone, no one grieves for you
I shall no longer remember the foes, friends, actions and words
Because I've counted back the days and removed the wall between us

I do believe that you have lost your way...

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Written on 5th October 2009 at 00:31 GMT

Okay, this is deep. A few days ago, I started reading my diary from back in 2001. I was shocked at what kind of person I was back then. I actually made myself sick and I had to stop reading. I went from guy to guy to guy - I wasn't promiscuous or anything but I was "falling" for each of these guys at the drop of a hat, dropping "the one" for someone else who was "the one". I was an incredible attention-seeker, and I refused to accept that label back then, I thought I was misunderstood. Now I know that everyone had my number, they knew exactly what I was, and I can finally face that demon and put it to sleep. That is what this poem is about.

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