Your Helping Hand

I turned and I ran
From your smile and your hand
Reaching out, begging help
To agree not to dwell
In my fear of unknown
The emotions never shown
All the noise in my head
Tries to leave what you said
All behind in the past
And the words, hard to cast
Aside and believe
That your eyes do not deceive
While my world starts to spin
The empty feeling starts to win
As I tense and only wish
My soul you’ just dismiss
Into dark, dank, depth
Where my secrets can be kept
Until I fall away from you
Like the monster told me to
And they turn the pain to numb
Where no one should ever come
Because sometimes hurt is best
To survive through life’s test
But if you can breath no more,
Death is pain’s true cure
 

Reviews

[lindsay]

damn laura. you can write.

i love the last line

"death is pain's true cure"

a tragic thought, but beautiful.