At the Intersection of Sanity and Depression
Whats done, is done
Nothing can remove the pain weve caused
I know Im the one who may have caused the most
But reminding me of my wrongs,
Its too much on my oh so weak heart
I am already at my breaking point
Just move on,
Just keep the thoughts out,
Thats what everyone says
What happens when I simply cant,
When all at night the painful memories flood my mind,
When Im on the edge of sanity
And yet have to pretend everythings ok,
That Im fine, that Im
Nobody has the answers I need
Nothing can make:
The thoughts die,
The tears dry,
The darkness and rain go away,
The birds fly while Im stuck on the ground,
At the Intersection of Sanity and Depression.
That fate twisting,
Spiraling pit of memories.
Which way do I turn?
The only thing to influence my turn,
Is the Dark Angel himself.
But Ive already turned,
I was forced to take the path,
The Path of