Who would care if I jumped, who would shed a tear.
Who would cry me a willows song, who would jump and jeer.
My family would weep, wail and mourn
Anguish claiming sorrows light,
But are their tears true, or fake,
An obligation for the blood we shared.
I didn't get on with everyone, even if we shared blood.
There must be one who wishes to cheer, who sheds crocodile tears,
Different beliefs made up our eyes and spun the web of lies.
The pain not real, the sorrow not there
There is not many in my blood who care.
Who would care if I jumped, who would stand tall.
Who would hold my memory dear, who would forget me more.
Jests and banter lie in a cord,
The throws of friendship back and forth
No longer strong for I am weak, weary of it all.
The lies that hide within the smile, the truth in the sparkling orbs,
What they really care and feel of me, in my lonely hollowed hall.
The disgust at hand, the word freak on their tongue
I am but an object of a lie, and image in their eye.
They jab and laugh and barely speak a word, unless they feel the need.
And even words of courage are no match for their dripping poison.
Maybe one or two, with kind eyes and sad smiles
But far few to hold, their care small to the love they show others.
How many who claim the word friend stand true in the eye.
I'm barely off my thumb when I count those of mine.
Who would care if I jumped, who would join me there,
who would stand back and watch, who would stop me there.
I am nothing to so many, I've barely touched their worlds
And yet mine has been torn about, I need to begin anew.
But my heart feels weary, my eyes heavy.
Im ready to hide till the sun should die, to sleep hidden away.
Im ready to jump though i know not why I don't.
I am but a lonely rose in an empty field
A burn't branch in a tree of blossoms.
A silent observer in a crowded room
I am alone, free to wander without a single glance,
Invisible to all those around me, not apart of life.
But not a subject of death.
Now watch me tumble, catch me if you dare
But know i come with burdens that might be to heavy for you to bare.
I chose to fall as i would choose to climb
And i'm not sure who is on my side.
I may wander alone, ever stagnant,
Or I may climb high and touch the sky.
Its your choice whether to be by my side, you caught the treasure
My burdens are your prize.
Or watch me glide, down I go,
My way is clear, did you know.
Its your choice never my own.
I soar alone, show the world your soul.
Who would care if I jumped, who would shed a tear
Who would catch my fall, or will a soar and leave
Who would cry me a willows song, who would jump and jeer,
who would care if I Jumped,
would you?
We all have times when we feel down and depressed by that doesn't me we cannot change them. Sometimes we need that hand for we cannot find the light on our own. I express my pain and my sadness through the words that guard my heart. They keep me climbing through each day. We all need something, whats yours....
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