Jason Wallace: 142 books

How do you say goodbye to an angel?How do you tell your friend bye?How do youJust watch what you doAnd sit back and sayIt all depends on a lie

The numbing of the nothing that you’ve becomeIs something for someone, but only for youIf you can’t try trusting,Then you’re of no useBecause they have to fill you with their filthAnd fit you with their noose.

Empty and broken,Oscillating to answer toEverything everyone says of me,Demanding my attention,No careful condemnationErasing my innocenceInvasion of anythingI ever thought I'd be

This all drags me downI see what looks like bloodUpon my hands and faceI cannot chase awayThe tears I tasteOr wash away allThe years I've watched myself wasteAs I lie here so lifeless on the ground

You’re still staring through that glass,Painting me afraid,Wasting me awayI don’t know where you are,But to me, you’re in there somewhere,In that frame,Lurking, longing, not belonging, all the same,Wanting to reappear, hoping to have me here

I'll be in a coffin sooner than I wanna beIf I don't get some shit to help me seeThe struggles I'm gonna see.I'm altering the free thingsThat are here for us all.Life is a strife to let you ignore the fall.I am an underachiever,A false believer.I am never home to receive my calls.I'm...

I would move a mountainTo heal your pain.I would take it allAnd not complainIf it could be in that bed,So torn and afraid.We share someone,The one that took your nameAnd gave me life.She’s my mother.She’s your wife.You don’t deserve this at all,And it’s not alright.

All the times that I tried,I tried to doAnything, everything, any bit of bettering,And I’m withered, and I’m blistered, and I’m bleedingAll for you.

I can't go on any longerWithout making amends.Are we still lovers,Or are we just friends?------------I apologize.I know that I've been wrong.If you could see my eyes,Would you seeThat our love will go on?-------------It's all waiting for us.It's known...

Something so amazingIs harder to findThan any riches, so I'm facingThe dilemma of my other sideComing out while the good one hidesBut I promise I will kill that manAnd leave him behindBecause I can't miss out on you, so amazingNothing but truly amazingSo very very amazingThat I can't believe you're mine

I'm sorry if...I was never there.But you never understoodThat I don't care!You're more than a thornIn my sideOr a scorn on my prideCausing pain inside.You're useless!So useless!

We are all so very desperate,Desperate for money,Desperate for all the thingsWe think we need to have.Our desperation is our desolation.What will be when it all ceases to last?

With my back against the wall, I bleed.The last of all I could ever needHas gone away.Empty of all illusion,As to what to say,I fill the void.All I ask is not to fall, but I seeThat the past has come to call and feed.I pray,Upon shattered knees; I’d rather beAnything but this emptyingSelf-delusion that I’m includedIn what’s become better than living bitterly.

Silence, I insistIs the best to resist your words,Mighty but missed, highly unaided,Guiding a knife straight to my wrist,Washing the blood, red as it runsIt’s not half the pain of the blameAnd how much losing you has hurt.