Too Busy ... Too Late by fragile-angel, literature
Literature
Too Busy ... Too Late
I still think about that day
You said 'just remember I'm tryin'
I thought tomorrow I would have time
The time would never come
Cause tomorrow the lord took you away
If only I could have found the time
Maybe you would still be by my side
But I was So busy that I couldn't even see
the hand that was reaching out to me
Reaching for me to help
A friend to see through the dark haze
Side by side against the world
Two damaged souls standing tall
If only I could have found the time
Maybe you would still be by my side
But I was So busy that I couldn't even see
the hand that was reaching out to me
Even today driving down that road
I th
She's making a new beginning,
starting over.
Leaving the past behind,
much as she can.
Wanting to be happy,
From here on out.
Show him she does love him,
and that he is her world.
So come along now,
watch me
As I become visible again.
These words they will not flow
From my heart down to my pen
They will not be formed
Into lines and stanzas
In order to become
Merely words down on paper
Though constantly they circle
Through my heart, my head, all of me
Wishing,
Pushing,
Pressing to come out
Unable to form the words
I try to show in each and every kiss
Every touch screams
Although I only whisper it silently
I want you.
I need you.
I crave you.
I desire you.
I love you.
She screams silently,
Begging for help,
For a defender,
As she sits there,
Staring at her arm,
Tracing little white scars
With her fingertips
Wishing that she couldn't hear
Every single word,
They whisper across the room,
Quietly putting her down,
Making up lies.
Her only comfort
Is in the safety of his arms,
Protectively wrapped around her,
Still she wishes for more to care,
More to see
The pain of the girl inside,
The girl inside who is screaming silently
To break free,
Show them what they created,
The girl nursed from their hatred,
Shaped by his love.
I'm screaming inside,
Can you hear it?
I'm sorry for the way,
I talked about you with my friends,
We found all the flaws in your girlish ways,
Mocked your "oh so popular" personalitiy.
I'm sorry for the times,
We laughed while ya'll fussed,
It couldn't of been your fault,
You were only flirting with another guy.
I'm sorry for the way,
You always looked down on me,
Seeing everything you were glad you weren't,
I never met your standards.
I'm sorry for the times,
You managed to destroy what I worked so hard for,
You laughed at the way I struggled with emotions,
Clawing at myself to keep them all inside.
I'm not really sorry for anything at all.
Not to you.
Never.
Why can't they see I'm not ok,
that the words of courage and happiness
are lies,
just illusions of something that was - before,
that I can't sleep at night
or that I can't feel the euphoria anymore.
On some days they all seem unreal,
like I can go through them, like ghosts
or go out in traffic without feeling the hit
of the speeding car
so I always step away from the ledge
to not be encouraged.
Most of the time I do what I am told,
I smile and I laugh
while feeling left outside,
like I don't belong there in the warmth
where the freedom and love lives
in the familiar faces that have left me behind.
I fantasize of the past mo
I cannot get you out of my head
I cannot forget the words that you said
A week ago you went away
That's a week at my house I've stayed.
Endless thoughts keep me up all night
Bottle of Nyquil on my table to make the time right
Sleep all day just to get away
Can't stand the loneliness once I wake.
You never really told me goodbye
The drive home all I did was cry
So confused, don't know what to do
Everyone tells me but it's mine to choose.
You're everything I want and so much more
Yet while I wait I begin to think what for
Near the end I started to feel used
And I start to wonder how did I lose?
Should I keep waiting
Wondering i
Current Residence: The world inside my head Favourite genre of music: Classic rock, hard rock, soft rock, punk rock, ska, reggae, blues, country, bluegrass, metal Personal Quote: I'd want to disappear, but I'm already invisible.
Favourite Movies
Crazy/Beautiful, American History X, Shawshank Redemption
Favourite TV Shows
Psych, Criminal Minds, One Tree Hill, The Secret Circle, The Vampire Diaries
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
ICP, Drain the Moment, Not Without Honor, Sublime, Nirvana, Pantera, Metallica, Korn, Limp Bizkit
Favourite Books
Behind The Paint, Dragonlance Chronicles, Maximum Ride Series
I just wanted to say Merry Christmas to everyone or if you don't celebrate Christmas, Happy Holidays. I may have a new writing soon, something struck me tonight I just haven't sat down with it yet. Much love, Stacy Michelle.
so i find myself constantly saying 'im back' but i never actually seem to be back, i really kinda miss this place, the way i used to know it, but for the longest time now i have had a major block on my writing. so anyway, i guess im saying im still alive.
Wow, i haven't been up here in a really long time. I haven't been writing or taking pictures or anything lately. My baby is 17 months old now, i'll be engaged to his father in december when he comes home for christmas, he joined the army a month ago. I almost forgot about this place because i got so caught up in work, trying to make enough to pay my bills and support my son, i dont usually have much free time anymore.
And thank you for the of my painting, "When I Need Him" [link] . I appreciate all favs on every piece I do, but on this one especially, they mean just a little more.