CaptainDemon
07-16-2006, 10:32 PM
"Enough?"
It's a strange feeling,
like a pit in your stomach,
all the closure you wish you had falling,
all the warmth replaced by a never ending hole,
are these hands too rough?
are these eyes too tough?
is this who I am?
am I not enough?
I'm not cool enough,
but I've got so much emptiness,
wind blows through and the holes whistle in tandem,
is my only fault that I'm not good enough?
am I too soft?
or am I too closed?
Are my eyes as blank as my heart?
I answer these with a question,
is my love enough?
I mean this for anyone?
I seem like the only one who notices,
but then again everyone seems to mind,
why am I only enough for my own life, alone?
do I get upset too easily?
am I shaken by trivial things?
Or should I just shut the hell up
and let life move on?
Why is all the sadness I feel
replaced by anger to a white-hot degree?
why do I burn all who get close to me?
Why do I no longer care enough to cry?
damnit all to hell,
it seems the only thing I don't fail miserably at
is disapointing those around me,
I can't even help those who depend on me,
I want to be singled out,
I want to be the one in the spotlight,
and just for once,
I wish my scars weren't obvious,
is my anger enough to buy me a ticket to heaven?
is my sadness enough to buy me sympathy?
or is the tale the same as it always been,
that I'm not enough for anything, just enough to live, but not enough to die.
It's a strange feeling,
like a pit in your stomach,
all the closure you wish you had falling,
all the warmth replaced by a never ending hole,
are these hands too rough?
are these eyes too tough?
is this who I am?
am I not enough?
I'm not cool enough,
but I've got so much emptiness,
wind blows through and the holes whistle in tandem,
is my only fault that I'm not good enough?
am I too soft?
or am I too closed?
Are my eyes as blank as my heart?
I answer these with a question,
is my love enough?
I mean this for anyone?
I seem like the only one who notices,
but then again everyone seems to mind,
why am I only enough for my own life, alone?
do I get upset too easily?
am I shaken by trivial things?
Or should I just shut the hell up
and let life move on?
Why is all the sadness I feel
replaced by anger to a white-hot degree?
why do I burn all who get close to me?
Why do I no longer care enough to cry?
damnit all to hell,
it seems the only thing I don't fail miserably at
is disapointing those around me,
I can't even help those who depend on me,
I want to be singled out,
I want to be the one in the spotlight,
and just for once,
I wish my scars weren't obvious,
is my anger enough to buy me a ticket to heaven?
is my sadness enough to buy me sympathy?
or is the tale the same as it always been,
that I'm not enough for anything, just enough to live, but not enough to die.