My Motivator

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 20:44:26 +0100

I stop, cuz I drop; I lost my self again. Pushed myself past the top.
Tired I am, lost in this haze, almost being chased.
Chased by my mind, a race I can not quit. To quit I'd fall to the ground.
The invincible motivator would then punish me. It would make me sick, it would punish me till I learned.
Why is it like this; why can't I be alone in here? Who let it in?
I can't stop. I can't be sick. This is Hell.
Is it like this for all?

Come For Me

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 20:44:37 +0100

I've been down for a long, long time.
I hope you've come to lift my mind.
I've needed you to help me see.
I think you've come to say to me.

Get up now; don't be down.
Wipe your tears; don't you frown.
It's good now; don't you fear.
I am yours; I am here.

poetry

My Motivator

Come For Me