marți, 28 septembrie 2010

Eyes wide open

The words of the poet seem hauntingly familiar
The days and the years now gone by
Each time he laid his heart bare
Each time at the moment his words were true
So many times he gave his heart away freely
Only wanting to heal the wounds left behind by others
Never was it his intent to add more to their pain
Even after years of tears he was still blind to where he was going wrong
Blinded each time by what he thought was the purity of his intent
Blinded each time by the goodness of the deed he thought was being done
He did not see the lives he was playing with
He did not see the damage he was leaving behind him
Or the fact the pain he was inflicting was far worse then any healing he had done
Leaving souls laid bare to go and help the next broken one
Ignoring the voice in the back of his mind
How could he be so wrong with all the good he was doing?
Now over many days and years he looks back
He sees the trail of broken hearts he set out to heal
Only leaving a trail of tears and ravaged souls in their place
Alone now he cuts himself everyday for each
His tears give him no comfort
Nor should they
Where did he go wrong?
Where did I go wrong?
I only meant the best each time.
I never took the time to finish what I started
I never took the responsibility to open my eyes
These words remind me of all the excuses I wrote
The words of a poet forever lost and unawareness
My eyes are wide open now
My eyes are wide open now
I see the damage I have done
I see the damage I have done
Now I must learn to live with it
There is no easy way out
There is only living with the pain I so freely gave to others
Hoping maybe someday I can be forgiven
I truly am sorry
Though my regret will never change anything
Maybe tomorrow I will not make the same mistakes
Maybe tomorrow I will finish what I start
Maybe tomorrow...

- by Cold

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