Guided By Voices

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2006

Holding on to what isn't there,

Reaching out to grasp hold of something,

Slipping away from me,

But it was never there for me to hold.

Embrace this feeling of absence, of emptiness...

I keep crying,

I keep bleeding,

Trying to remember,

Trying to remember,

What was never there...

Something that I never had a good grip on,

Slipping away from me again,

Slipping off the holy altar,

Slipping off my ardency.

You don't see me...

And I keep crying,

I keep SCREAMING!

Trying to remember,

Trying to remember,

The flaws, the scars,

Something that I missed,

Something that was never there...

Bleeding, screaming, crying, searching,

For what slipped away from me,

Something that was never there,

Trying to remember,

Trying to remember,

Your lies...

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lonelymemories's picture

This is a good poem...I can relate to it alot...Good job...