not well ---a song---

oh, I've thrown too many pennies down the well

and I can almost climb right out of it now.

I'm waiting to get to the top so I can leave 

this damaged place I come from. 

I don't want to hear you say another word,

because I don't hear them anymore

 the echoes of my prison cell

my own internal hell

Im going deaf in this silence

I can't bear it anymore 

and you, 

 

you don't even care and I can feel it breaking me down,

tumbling down; its all crumbing now.  

and I can't take it no more, no more, no more, no more,

I don't want to hear it no more. 

 

 

you don't want to listen to me whan I say

"I'm giving you the words to my soul,

keys to my heart."

and you will just throw them away

into the scrap pile of your mind

you don't even care.

I know, if I was drowning, you would sink me even lower.

"here's a rock, darlin, why don't you just get it over with?." 

but I'm already drowning and 

I'm only two inches under

under all these hopes and dreams

collected in our wishing well.    

 

you don't even care and I can feel it breaking me down,

tumbling down; its all crumbing now.  

and I can't take it no more, no more, no more, no more,

 

and I don't want to feel like this anymore.

I cut the limb, flipped the switch,

I threw it all away

I burned down my bridges and I laughed while I did it.

I burned down my bridges and I laughed with glee, 

'cuz who the hell needs a bridge when I'm trapped here for eternity?  

I may be unwell, but I have yet to lose my sanity. 

 

 All because

you don't  care and it broke me down,

and I fell down

tumbled down; its all crumbing now.   

I lost my way, I lost my heart,

I lost my soul,  lost it all,

and I can't take it no more, no more, no more, no more,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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