I should not be up. I should be sleeping. I didn't have 'lights off' until after midnight. Why? Well... I wrote a poem. And I read some of my old stuff. But here's the poem:

How can I lie,
How can I say-
This doesn't hurt anymore?
I cry in the darkness
I beg, I pray
For someone to hear me
But in the darkness...
No one hears my wails
In the darkness
No one is supposed to
For the darkness
is
consuming
all of me
I lament the loss
I crawl and grope
I seek out your familiar face
To touch... to hold
But I know you're gone
Like my childhood, you slipped away
Hell and damnation play at my fingertips
There is only so far...
In the grave I've dug,
I lay.
Angels to take me
Whisk me off.
Maybe they can fill my heart again
But it will be in vain.
For I will always remember your
Your smell, your smile, your heartbeat beneath my hands
I almost wish...
There is fire in your soul
Black spots your name
You can wipe yourself clean
I am doomed
For you I wish the best
Your everlasting joy
Pangs me the rest of my days
The lies
They hurt
They wound more than the truth
I cannot lie
I cannot say
It hurts no more
For I am lost
Out of touch
The fire dying out
My old demons poke
Pricking with their claws
Drawing blood
Wet, stick and delicious on their hands
They haunt my old fears
Hand stitched seams ripped wide open
Exposing the ugly
They expose everything I am-
Fiendish
Broken
Alone
I am no longer the person I was
I am retreating
You are moving forward
Into the light you go
Banish the darkness from your life
I can no longer enjoy the light
I shy from the flame
I have learned its games
I dare not get burned
Not again
I sit away
Taking my assault
I come battered and bruised
I feel no more pain
It matters no more
You have gone away,
No longer my protector
I fight my losing battle
I can't win with only half
I need to be whole
But I wait in darkness
Never seeing the face of my attackers
I wait and I cry
There have been no passerby
No one to lend
Just one hand
Just to steady my resolve
I cannot lie
Just this once
I'll admit
I need you
I miss you
I'll love your forever more
I'm not ready to give up
Not just yet
I will see the light again.
I just beg it to be your hand
that leads me there
I want to see the light
I want to see it with you
I want and I want
But I will never get
A second chance
That would be much too much to ask
Would it not?
I want and I want
But the darkness consumes
I lay in wait
For my angels
They will take me away
They will make me forget
Every tear, bruise and scar
Will vanish
I will no longer cry in the darkness
I will no longer be lost without light
I will no longer waste away
I will no longer pray for another chance
I will no longer wish for your hand
I will no longer want my other half
I will no longer dig myself deeper
There is so much left to do
There is much I cannot stop
I will wait
I will not scream
I will not beg
I will no longer
be
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So yeah, it was a long one. I can't say how I managed to write all of this. I went to go see my friend(s) in a play last night. The Crucible (or, as the admin likes to think- The Crucibal). It was good. Eerie and chilling. I didn't get home until after 10 because I stayed and talked with my friend Melody. It was pretty nice.

The poem no doubt stems from the play. I mean, David was sort of an important part. It hurt, just a little bit. Especially the end. I was warned that it would happen. I saw it coming the entire play. Doesn't mean it hurt any less. But I take pride in that I was his first ever kiss.

It also hurt a little bit to hear the name "Elizabeth" come from his mouth so much. Deep down I still respond to it, and it was so hard to keep myself even. But I managed. I also felt sorry for the boy because he was so sick. Everyone could tell, but he was a trooper. He made it through a whole three hour play. I hope he gets better fast.

I finished the pretty layer of my quilt the other day. I actually was going to do this big ol' post on it when I finished, but I had no time. I was going to express these lovely thoughts on how sewing is a release for me. I get a chance to think and contemplate. But it often brings me down a terrible road. I had to let it sit aside for awhile due to time constraints... but I picked it up again and finished it. I find it a little coincidental that I worked on it almost exactly a month after I pretty much lost the best thing of my life. That is, considering I started the quilt as a way to deal with my emotions.

I guess you can say I'm not over it, not just yet. I know he is. I'm not. I'm still a little broken on the inside. I still feel a little empty. But there is nothing I can do to bring him back to me. There is nothing left to save.

Anyway, I got my second college acceptance letter. ENMU and Carroll University. I'm waiting for Loyola.

I'm scared and upset. I'm tired and lonely. I can't believe that I'm still like this a month later. I am wondering if I'll ever be truly okay. I know I will, but when? I need something. I need an answer. But I know I'll never get one. College can not come soon enough. Maybe once I move I'll see someone new. Or at least I'll be shocked into something and I won't worry about this anymore.

Anyway, I sprained my ankle on Monday. By Thursday I was clear to drive and walk without a brace. I have some bruises, but they're edging away. It's like I can't have a break. One week I have a panic attack, the next I fall down stairs.

I'm terrified for NaNo. I'm aiming low this year- I don't have much time. Maybe 10k if I'm lucky.

Overall.... I don't know. I think this covers my bases.

Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one
comes to the Father except through me."
-- John 14:6