My Song that sings to me...

Yeah yeah, it's nothingface again.. but this one, resonates with me.

If I could put my life into words, this song would sing it...

I used to be someone who helped people.. I helped a few here. or ex members here. when we were friends. I have helped strangers in the street, just by listening, and saying a few quiet words that made them brighten up with hope.. I would sit with the homeless, just to be an ear.. no one listens to them. I met one, Ray, he'd draw intricate numbers in book after book, and I sat with him.. he was a nyungar bloke, but his writing was immaculate, he spoke so softly I could barely hear him, as he tried to explain how the numbers all made sense. I still wonder to this day if he is still around.. Cyril, the old piss fart with an akubra that would wander around Queens Park, I'd sit and talk with him. He's long gone now, over 10 years. I fear his life took him away from his suffering.

But now, I just cannot feel anything. people are people. the world is the world. I've lost my hope. But not my faith in hope. And I hope to regain it, one day... but still, this song resonates.. alas the poor soul who once was a lighthouse for other broken souls, to have his light dimmed alone. My path has lost it's direction. so I do apologise if some of my posts and replies on here appear off cut. a dead heart can feel no empathy.. lest it be heard, first, itself.

*hic* yeah but no typos... so give it time yet... oO

I'm not the devil, that's untrue
I'm just not like you
Anger holds my hand, keeps me in seclusion
A prison
But I can't help it, I hate everyone
Even you

Seeing it
Breathing
All the hate and denial
Lied to again
Left out
Feeling hollow and broken
I saw the devil crawl inside your heart
Buying my soul
Tearing me apart

Sit in my room, locked away
Constricted
The burning ash, and choking smoke
Dry out my insides

But I'll still fight this every single day
Till death

Seeing it
Breathing
All the hate and denial
Lied to again
Left out
Feeling hollow and broken

I saw the devil crawl inside your heart
Buying my soul, tearing me apart

See everything fall around me
I can't help anyone now
How many times do I have to die
There's no blood left in my wrist

Find a way back inside my mind
Reasons just slip away
You can't hold back again
Will you find a reason why
I should not die

No I don't care, no not this time
For the reasons why

I'm not the devil, that might be true
I'm just not like you
Anger holds my hand, keeps me in seclusion
A prison