Sometimes I Don’t Know Why I Cry..

It must have been the star
Falling from the sky
I asked it to take me far
Where the stars go to die

It could have been the door ajar
I painted it red, last night
Waiting for the sunlight in to barge
But when i wake, i see its back white
I know falling in dreams don’t leave a scar
So I’ll paint again, tonight
I wonder if that’s just what dreams are
Living our wishes, as our choices, without the light

Maybe it’s the eyes, a brown blur
Of my pillow teddy bear
Buried under his shaggy fur
So i can’t see them anymore.
Every night, I remember
Mr. Jigsaw used to watch me over
We didn’t play, not ever
Just protected each other
I rescued him from bathtub and he kept me from nightmare.

Could it be the empty wall of my room
Where my imagination paints more than i ever could
A caged bird on an autumn tree under the full moon
I don’t because they’ll find it lewd

Would it be the sick woman
I met down the street
Her eyes scarred and swollen
Speaking in a way, most discreet
Garner money from people was her plan
Like others, shouldn’t have given her any heed
Shouldn’t have become her gudgeon
Money for medicine and daily bread
That was her petition
Back home, I feel light in the head
Just before it is 11:11
Wish that she was lying, that she’s fine, i should?
Or that she has the illness so she buys the medicine

Could it be the TV blaring
From the adjoining room
My sobs that its enshrouding
Biting on my lip for blood to bloom

Probably its the less-and-less of seeing dad
Or more-and-more of screaming mom
Or brother’s fresh-cut upbraid
Or just the immix of scars on my arm

No, i swear, its the book
I wrenched all night to read
Tilting the other side, crook of my neck
Every time for them, my heart would bleed
Love that is against the clock
Death penalties by author accompanied
Knowing what it takes a heart to break
With potions i need to not need

Or maybe its the rain pouring
Knocking on and out my window
That I can’t bring myself to answering
Afraid of the fuzzy episodes of blow
I still have trouble remembering
How the rain warmed up the fireplace very slow
And left the whole place burning and clamouring

There must be a layer
Of sadness, in my skin, that won’t go away
That must be why I cower
Even when I have no tears to lay

No, I have tears, but no reason
So I crouch as I lie , here in bed
Waiting to ensemble, for the dawn
Washing away the trail of red
Wishing I was far-away gone
For this gravity is forcing me dead

It would have made sense
If …if I was.. If I had.. If I hadn’t..
But no, its just plain abience
What’s the point of it being latent
I know its my Insanity’s acquiescence

It would have made sense
If …if I was.. If I had.. If I hadn’t..
But no, its just plain abience
What’s the point of it being latent
I know its my Insanity’s acquiescence

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