Filters

I used to be a writer then
Back when I was sad
Used to pick up paper and pen
And filter through why I was mad
Now it's like I'm lost inside
No more feelings turn to phrase
There are no more secret notes to hide
Like back in those depressing days
Is it bad to wish my heart would break?
It feels so wrong to feel so right
I wonder how much happiness I can take
Before I force darkness upon this light

by FadingAway
posted on 08/20/2008