| Little Pains It's difficult to understand the sorrows in my mind Taking the place of my former happiness It's difficult to understand my suffering When nobody can really see it The feeling of total isolation from social prospects The feeling of abandonment by such held close Describe the blissful pains which gather at my feet Screaming such little cries of help Writhing all over me like a cloak of darkness Enveloping me with the deep, tormenting despair The idea of optimism seems so far away When held in a cell of the pessimistic heart It's a funny thought, really, that I would smile Meaning something true which could keep me stable When everyday I feel my soul crack a little more Creeping closer and closer to the time when I break Shattered into thousands of shards Each one cutting me as it tears off These little nightmares every night Waking up in sweat Screaming and gasping for a breath Drifting away again to the same damned thing My life is but a porcelain sculpture Scratches making my worth less Until I'm not needed But all the while I forsaw that end It just took longer than expected Because of how I felt from the subtle beginning From the little pains at my feet Screaming their little cries Never being heard by anyone But me... The one shivering in the shadows On that cold and stormy night |