because it's hard enough admitting that you have a problem, never mind trying to solve it.


one last lie, one last flame.



walking through the very same field, the very same space

feeling lost, feeling beaten down
she can't do this anymore
she can't pretend anymore

days full of smiles, laughter, joy
such lies, such treachery
one last flame left alight
one last candle left to burn
one single blow, the slightest breeze

feeling lost, feeling beaten down
she can't do this anymore
she can't pretend anymore

one last dream left to live
one last wish to come true
and all the while
time holds this noose around her neck
when? when? when?

feeling lost, feeling beaten down
she can't do this anymore
she can't pretend anymore

feeling drained, oh so drained
grasping, gasping for one more chance
one more chance to pretend again,
be another

feeling lost, feeling beaten down
she can't do this anymore
she can't pretend anymore.

living in her own skin..
who knew it was so difficult?

each day she hopes and prays
wishin' God would give her answers..

but all the while,

feeling lost, feeling beaten down
she can't do this anymore
she can't pretend anymore




Poetry by Caoimhe Murphy
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Written on 2008-04-07 at 16:57

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Elle
I think sometimes the pretence of never admitting how you feel, can be such heavy baggage - you describe so well the inner turmoil and anxieties that can plague at times.

Elle x
2008-04-07