Post by Laura on Apr 30, 2006 18:27:28 GMT -6
I am afraid of disapproval
should I cut this out myself?
no one has to know.
no one has to know.
my body is a casket
carrying this dead weight
how long for it to disappear completely?
my fetus did not love me
died too easily
I should not be sorry
this is my jewellery box
you cannot understand.
you cannot understand.
you panic in disbelief
an explanation unappreciated
disenchanting fairy tale coming to life
at least I’m still alive
you believe I am proud
and that my decision is a mistake
that will forever burden me
you’re wrong
a judge without a trial
then trailed by religion
I am your picture perfect Christian
Atheist and all
you could never comprehend
the disagreements I had in my head
to come to a conclusion
for what was best for everyone
involvement and petty discussions
comes down to nothing
when it comes down to my ocean
I can only handle so many waves
before I drown myself
but you will never listen
after reviewing all this
the possibility of keeping this all a secret
has grown stronger in my mind
because no one has to know.
no one has to know.
I trail off in a shadow of whispers where there are people who know me by my face but not my name; they follow my footsteps and press against my heels never to reveal their true identity. I think they're weak and needy feeding off the blood of the unborn still dripping from my legs. They, those god giving women all rise up with their white frills and chant "spare us all and stop baring your soul"
and it trails . . .
should I cut this out myself?
no one has to know.
no one has to know.
my body is a casket
carrying this dead weight
how long for it to disappear completely?
my fetus did not love me
died too easily
I should not be sorry
this is my jewellery box
you cannot understand.
you cannot understand.
you panic in disbelief
an explanation unappreciated
disenchanting fairy tale coming to life
at least I’m still alive
you believe I am proud
and that my decision is a mistake
that will forever burden me
you’re wrong
a judge without a trial
then trailed by religion
I am your picture perfect Christian
Atheist and all
you could never comprehend
the disagreements I had in my head
to come to a conclusion
for what was best for everyone
involvement and petty discussions
comes down to nothing
when it comes down to my ocean
I can only handle so many waves
before I drown myself
but you will never listen
after reviewing all this
the possibility of keeping this all a secret
has grown stronger in my mind
because no one has to know.
no one has to know.
I trail off in a shadow of whispers where there are people who know me by my face but not my name; they follow my footsteps and press against my heels never to reveal their true identity. I think they're weak and needy feeding off the blood of the unborn still dripping from my legs. They, those god giving women all rise up with their white frills and chant "spare us all and stop baring your soul"
and it trails . . .