Freifligen

Close your eyes tightly and wait for the end Know that her heart is yearning to mend Touch the shimmer of her newly shed tears Remember their dream to last through the years Listen to the silence of them screaming in vain And turn your back to her as she whispers your name But listen to her voice as she calls out to you Knowing in shame, there is nothing that you can do

For all she saw there was only darkness through the long damp tunnel, nothing was to be seen at all, and the only sound was that of an echo of footsteps portraying to her that there were other people up ahead, and there was a shuffle of feet as others were being pushed roughly forward through the darkness against the echo of wind that flushed in against and around them. Her own footsteps were so soft they could not be heard even by herself as she secretly followed the others. Every few minuets there was a gasp or a moan of pain from one of the victims being dragged or pushed mercilessly against their will. Tears welled up in the woman's eyes

Something that seemed so simple has become so hard life.... how can we go from day to day thinking the same thing when something so small can change the design.... as my time goes by i begin to wonder why are any of us even here whats the point in living does anything really make it worth while theres always pain theres hurt theres death theres loss who wants to be involved involved in something so painful.... each day there is a new wound and a new sore that appears and we do nothing about it we sit and think...yea this is life we dig ourselves deeper and deeper into our own illness we sit and watch the time go by

So sick of trying nothing ever goes my way all i hear is well ill try ill try isnt good enough you either can or cant stop pushing these lies aside stop acting like its all done and gone its not for these wounds are still burning still telling there same old story each scare a new memory the memorys trying to be lost never fading never dying so now its numb no feelings left just an empty scare an empty soul wishing to be revived put back all that was lost forget the weakness that brought you here forget the past remember that tommarow is a new day never loose sight of the future put the past where it belongs...far behi

Whats the point in hanging on when theres nothing to hold onto empty spaces are now caving in doors are now shutting hands are now pulling away everything that was once in my grasp is now pulling away....moving aside leaving me here in the center alone I'm alone in the dark i try to find my way to the edge of light but the voices are sending me in circles sending me down the wrong path isn't there anyone there anyone to break the silence to take me aside and show me that love is still real so take my hand hold it tight,and lead me away away from this darkness the darkness of my own heart for i want to once again feel feel

People wonder why i cant trust why i cant seem to let go and why when i hold on it kills me l have been screwed over more then once more times then i can count those you love are the ones the ones who take everything shatter your heart break you down until theres no feeling left.... now it feels like i have a sign on me telling the world I'm easy easily broken yea go right ahead break me down you wont be the first to do it so just do it lets get it over with push me down..... knock me over..... its no big deal its the same old thing i think i can handle it once more maybe just maybe this time i wont get back up for t

follow me to the other side, a place of magic, my melancholic neverland... a place where we can be kids that act like adults... a place where we can lie without consequences... a place where we can hide from responsibility... a place where shedding tears provide the answers to our problems... follow me even further... through an angst driven madness, around a corner of sadness, down a pathway of hope that will seem endless... so endless... we'll stop at a bench, it's a comfortable bench... and the comfort will overpower the desire towards hope... and when the bench loses its comfort, you'll no longer follow, but head