please someone hear me

Discussion in 'Let it all out...' started by Malcontent, Oct 7, 2006.

  1. Malcontent

    Malcontent Staff Alumni

    Lost and broken
    Hopeless and lonely
    Smiling on the outside
    But hurt beneath my skin
    My eyes are fading
    My soul is bleeding
    I’ll try to make it seem ok
    But my faith is wearing thin

    So help me heal these wounds
    They’ve been open for way too long
    Help me fill this soul
    Even though this is not your fault
    That I’m open
    And I’m bleeding
    All over your brand new rug
    And I need someone to help me sew them up

    I only wanted a magazine
    I only wanted a movie screen
    I only wanted the life I’d read about and dreamed
    And now my mind is an open book
    And now my heart is an open wound
    And now my life is an open soul for all to see

    But help me heal these wounds
    They’ve been open for way too long
    Help me fill this soul
    Even though this is not your fault
    That I’m open
    And I’m bleeding
    All over your brand new rug
    And I need someone to help me

    So you come along
    I’ll push you away
    Then kick and scream for you to stay

    Cause I need someone to help me
    Oh I need someone to help me

    To help me heal these wounds
    They’ve been open for way too long
    Help me fill this soul
    Even though this is not your fault
    That I’m open
    And I’m bleeding
    All over your brand new rug
    And I need someone to help me sew them
    I need someone to help me fill them
    I need someone to help me close them up
     
  2. Abacus21

    Abacus21 Staff Alumni

    :hug: Mal .....

    I'm always here if you need to talk :)

    Your friend,

    Joe :)
     
  3. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    I'm here too, Mal, if you want my ear or my shoulder - ok?:smile:

    love,

    least xoxoxox
     
  4. Tahiti

    Tahiti Well-Known Member

    I really wish I can help you but I can't even help myself...:sad:

    So let's just be two <Mod edit: Abacus21 - unhelpful>, babbling on to the wind that carries our voices to an endless void. Because truly, does anyone really listen, or try to understand? This is an endless search for comfort, and assurance, I tell you. That gaping hole in your chest hurts so much, doesn't it? You want some relief, don't you? That's what we all want. That's what I can't get.
     
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