Struck again...

A reflection of the heart
A lie told by the mirror
A joke made by a riddler
A poem written by a martyr

Ever had that feeling when you wake up and you
know it's gonna be one of those days again...
nothing ever seems to go right the minute you open your eyes.
The sun is too bright, the birds are not singing your favorite tune
and your head is in a mess with all the stupid
thoughts running through your mind
causing you to slip back down the train of depression...

Sometimes I wonder if being sensitive is actually
a good thing. For one, you actually takes
the smallest words and twist them up
into completely different words and you take their meaning
in the worse way possible, scanning all the
possibilities and in the end take whatever words
thrown to you as either an insult or getting
left out or whatever that drags you down.

It's one of those days again where I start to
think about my place and where I stand.
It's really depressing to think about these
things, but if I don't think about it...
I get worse and try to hide everything inside
till the next time I explode and all those past
feelings come rushing back and attack me where it hurts.

I guess I'll just have to live with it... for now...

The blood that runs deep
I'll cut in deep and set you free
Flow down my skin and let it pour
Wash away this unending sore...

-Jian-