Overdue

Sadness leaks into strength in the form of tears

It’s the letting go of fears

With every sad moment, a happy one comes along,
Slowly, and one by one.

And each tear begins with ‘I’m stronger now’,

And a hope that you truly are…

Which is what your tears don’t want you to know,

Because you wouldn’t find out until tomorrow

So with every look into their eyes,

You must give the giver a surprise

And be stronger than ever before

Just letting your heart explore.

You don’t always choose happiness and love,

Sometimes they choose you when push comes to shove

And sometimes you must ask for it,

But it will always be delivered.

When the tears fall, it’s your mind purging itself of its poison

And it does crazy things to you

To know that only goodness surrounds your heart,

And that bad isn’t any longer a part.

Summoned happiness now just channeled, less effort required

And now thoughts of death are thoughts of life

Sadness occasional, but mostly you’re free

And what a great way that is to be.

With the death of Sadness comes joy,

Your heart no longer a toy

Played with by those you thought loved you,

And cradled by those who did

And when your heart leaks tears, you learn who kept you, you

Who to keep around and love,

And who to release.

You learn who you need when you need to be inspired to create a masterpiece

Those tears smoke signal the end of something tragic,

And signal something most commonly described as magic.

When happiness inhabits your heart, it’s subtle but true,

Because nothing is as important, and nothing as overdue.

Voice

My imaginary friend is the voice inside my head.

With every waking moment, it taunts and tortures

Telling me I am not adequate and that I am worthless.

Being untruthful to my mind, when I am clearly blessed

And when I try my best, I feel compressed,

My feelings squashed into a box on the top shelf,

I still try to compose myself

Hoping to God that I stay with it

With every thing I contemplate, my mind expresses hate.

For the things I like, are those that hurt and the people I hurt are those I like.

Reality sinks in when I awaken,

From the thoughts of hell I survived

Sad dreams,

Mad thoughts

Each and everyday
I face the battles I once fought.

When I least expect it, the devil speaks into my ear,

With a scheming heart, he breaths his words

Slowly to catch me off guard

And I start to feel like Eve,

For every thing I ever knew is suddenly not true,
And every thing false has become new.

With all my strength I fight the urge

And my mind and heart I attempt to purge.

For my past is reflected and my mind affected

Through my thoughts and what I feel,
I am torn apart, ripped in every direction

The devil feeding my mind

Each word told to me sticks,

And they are more painful than the metaphoric sticks that the story suggests

It makes me sick to know what I hear and how I feel.

And to know that it’s ultimately unimportant.

The voice in my head telling me things I know to be untrue

Somehow they still stick like glue.

It’s my imaginary friend; the voice inside my head,

Making me hear voices

Menacing sounds and thoughts fill my brain

And I need to correct my heart each and every time

It makes me feel lame.
To know that I won’t just live, I can’t

For every time I get to that place

The good place in my heart,

My imaginary friend comes along,

And sings the same sing along song; like always.

Every smile forgotten;
Each frown engraved

Into my brave mind

Making me long to be saved.

And now it stings just a little less,
My mind not so much a mess,
My heart in a test

To get an A plus,  

Thinking that life will just go away,

If only you shoot it hard enough.

And when the heart shoots it and misses?
It caves.

Impossibly torn apart,

Comfortless and in tragedy

Filled with misery,

And hating company,

Yet when the heart itself is punctured by the heartless words

Uttered by the lonely imaginary friend in my mind,

The heart breaks, only to explode, all the words and hate, you couldn’t find
Anywhere else.

All the hate leaked on the floor,

And the fears shown as lies,

The heart doesn’t have to try,

Because it’s been repaired.

And while my imaginary friend is the voice inside my head,
It no longer sleeps in the same bed,

Leaving me to believe,

Things are only as you choose to perceive.

My imaginary friend is the voice inside my head.

With every waking moment, it taunts and tortures

Telling me I am not adequate and that I am worthless.

Being untruthful to my mind, when I am clearly blessed