:Tuesday, April 11, 2006:

For just this little Something.

yesteday night, a prophet came
and told me my life story

And so it came to be
this isolation that i am
I can only look to me
to find the way it all began-
this confusion, constant
hunger for something more than this
I strive to find this being
that I envision, yet seem to miss
Could it be that i am empty-
or maybe a little lost?
Could it be that i am lonely,
or seeking happiness at any cost?
This never ending something
that i am living deep inside,
depicts the illusion of myself
and all I have to hide.

And yet, No one is happy all of the time
but some people feel that they can never
find happiness. Some people feel that their
life has been fully devoted to pain, hurt and
loneliness. Everyday is a struggle.
And every breath is a fight for survivial.
These are the people that have and understand
the meaning of depression.

And finally,
I look up as tears flow
down my cheek as i dream
of better days
and i wonder if i feel that way
again. you look at me with that
eyes i know so well. always
protective and serious,
as though you're always in control.
But not today and not now,
Now we're different. You look
scared like for once you don't
have the answer. I looked at you.
Hoping you know the answer.
Hoping to understand why you
said those things you did.
I pondered for a moment,
hoping this is all a dream.
If i shall wake up in the morning
and be relieved,
you look at me with a confusion i have
never seen.
you pull me closer and
wipe my tears away.

Benji


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